Nick Powers
Contributing Artist
I see the sparkle–
Corona kissing
Your boisterous splashing
Whilst seemingly unaware
Of the rapids that pull you east.
I remember those days–
The greens that
Felt more alive
Then they do now.
You dip down out of sight–
I imagine
To dance along with the Sun’s
Riverbed mosaic.
Maybe to search for
Golden treasure.
The shimmering light
People like me used to draw
When mothers told us to dream.
Nevertheless you drift east
Until completely out of sight.
At first I wondered
If you ever yearn
To tread upstream–
Searching for
Stars left behind.
As your wake dissipates
I finally see my own reflection
in the water.
I now know
The wisdom to surrender,
And trust the stream’s hands
To carry me where I want to go.
