Tattoos on my arm remind me, but
Scars from old harms sometimes blind me.
the river winds around the bend moving
gently surfacing caressing rocks with wind
but it is the softest falling rain that is calling
my name. the course and sway of the water
washes worries away day by day smoothing
out wrinkles in the stones and for the deeper grooves
the cool water eases pain, and the sound
is still and quiet and holy,
a river always changing, always remaining the same.
10.1.2009
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