Meditation On Autumn
I look into the river
and see how my reflection
moves helplessly in it’s flow.
Its moved and changed,
but left stationary,
not moved along
like the fishes
and pebbles
and floating leaves.
Disturbed and abstracted
my image fades and breaks
with the images beyond me.
I feel in danger of being broken up
and washed away
leaf by leaf.
The sweet watery sounds should ease my spirit,
should shut out the babbling inside me.
But even as I put my hands
over my broken ears,
I know that winter
will find a way
in any case.


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