Meditation On Autumn


I look into the river 

and see how my reflection

moves helplessly in its 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

inside

in any case.


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