Sunday, March 18, 2018

In the river remarkably still

In the river remarkably still,
a reflection of clouds, and of you.

A reflection of you, remarkably still,
and of clouds, and the river.

Remarkably still, a reflection of all:
the river, the clouds, and you.

In the river, a reflection, reflecting itself,
remarkably still.

And what is the river? What is this calm?
It is, remarkably, you. And it is still.

And it is still the remarkable river,
and it moves.


Marion said...

Wonderfully, perfectly written. I love that form (can't recall the name of it at the moment). The Red River is above flood stage here in Louisiana. I love when the river comes out of the banks. It's a wonder to watch, even though alligators from the swamp sometimes come walking up my street at night. :-) xo

William Michaelian said...

Your street and the river are one. There are neighbors, and there are visitors. And the visitors and neighbors are one. What a beautiful home! Thank you, Marion. I don’t know what the form is called. Let’s call it “poem.”

Jonathan Chant said...

Fabulous William. Ties in nicely with the Pisces Fish song that I can't stop listening to at the moment. Thank goodness I don't have to worry about alligators.

William Michaelian said...

Isn’t that the truth. I love that song. All my life, George has seemed an old friend. Thanks, Jonathan.