the flood waters recede and the banks of the river reveal their treasures while the gentle flow’s babbling soothes my once rapacious mind. i turn back and look up river at the rapids that almost did me in after those long traveled wanderings landed me on her banks. when all at once the splendor and magic washed away in the torrent. hands cleaned of those things i sit here alone. basking in the sunlight and wondering what’s up around the bend. a crow calls to me from a giant white pine across the river. he says “don’t fear the mystery, it’s why you’re here. be you.”
I dig deep in the sand at the bank of the river, I swear this is where I’d buried it…. I’ll keep digging
