Sinking in the mud

Washed up as the river floods

A pale reflection

Though I’m on the road

The ending seems further off

With each heavy step

The bridges we build

Will rust away, collapse, decay

The river’s the way

A leaf on a tree

Just a drop in the snow sea

A stone in the scree

River ebbs and flows

Between cedar roots and knees

Whispers hauntingly

Last year’s leafy moult

Curls up into sodden mould

I will join their folds

Between day and night

Our future pasts walk the park

And ripple the lake

Rivers meet the sea

The sun greets the horizon

Inevitably

You’re still standing here

Even after all these years

You’re the same, I’ve changed

Mired in the swampland

Silent, glide through cedar knees

What lies in the deep?

Walk between the lines

Nature reclaims empty roads

Take another step

The sun’s here again

Cold blooded reptiles stretch out

Absorbing the heat

The Mississippi

Wide and full, muddy and old

The end of all things

Above creaking trees

Reaching up, my wings outstretched

Did I lose my head?

Heading further west

Following the sinking sun

Perpetual dusk

Someone left this oak

To oversee the hedgerow

What good will we leave?

Now the skies have cleared

This cerulean mirror

Fills my selfish eyes

Storm light silhouettes

The old oak. Who has been here

And seen steely skies?

Time renders all stark

Everything’s falling apart

Cloudy skies grow dark