There is peace here,
where the river widens to meet the sea.
The rapids are past;
the boulders and the rocky places at last give way
to a broad and sweeping current,
flowing slowly into vastness.
The river moves silently,
tastes the salty tide that marks its demise, and slips
without a backward glance,
into the ocean's infinite embrace.
Image by me (Waikanae River estuary, New Zealand).
Beautiful - thanks for posting this poem. And the reminder - thanks for that, too. I'd like to visit New Zealand one day.
ReplyDeletexo,
-maria