Bridge at Glen Falls. Photo by Ray Zimmerman. Today I present a few poems on loss and the passage of time. I end with one on the healing power of nature’s songs.Time’s Geography Behind the waterfall, the reds and blues sparkle and shine. Behind the rushing stream, the rainbow forms and dissolves. Leaving the illusion the droplets flow downstream. I stem from the river. They flow down my chest and arms. A fire of driftwood warms me. Logs burned cannot grow again. I cannot cross time’s geography to when I held you close; and felt the beat of your heart. I collect my belongings from your carport, leave my key and float downstream.
Time's Geography
Time's Geography
Time's Geography
Bridge at Glen Falls. Photo by Ray Zimmerman. Today I present a few poems on loss and the passage of time. I end with one on the healing power of nature’s songs.Time’s Geography Behind the waterfall, the reds and blues sparkle and shine. Behind the rushing stream, the rainbow forms and dissolves. Leaving the illusion the droplets flow downstream. I stem from the river. They flow down my chest and arms. A fire of driftwood warms me. Logs burned cannot grow again. I cannot cross time’s geography to when I held you close; and felt the beat of your heart. I collect my belongings from your carport, leave my key and float downstream.