May 30, 2008
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Friday Morning 3 a.m.
I sat by the river this morning.
The water was like glass. Still. A refection of the life around it.
A gaggle of Canadian geese grazed quietly.
Were those the babies already grown or just the yearlings still afraid to leave home?
Who can tell? It’s easier to tell with humans – maybe.
Perhaps it is easier to tell with geese if one is a goose.
Birdsong.
There was nothing else.
Not even traffic.
There is something restorative in that quiet.
Maybe that’s what my tears were -
my sobs -
restorative.
Maybe.
My reflection was in that river life too.
And my tears.
Comments (5)
If nothing else, our tears prove we’re still human, and still alive. Wonderfully expressed. All my best.
Favorite lines – “maybe” (I laughed) and “restorative” (my heart wept a little). *hug*
Very pretty blog. No, I haven’t read it, but I’ll be sure to add it to my list.
It’s good to be back. Xanga’s the only way I don’t get back from the Library with a handful of books I’ve already read.
I need that. I can almost hear it above the hallway noise. I am ready for it.
Thought provoking and lovely.
Thanks