Tuesday, April 27, 2010


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).

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful - thanks for posting this poem. And the reminder - thanks for that, too. I'd like to visit New Zealand one day.



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