It's Still Life

A River’s Moment

That river owned grace. Boundless shade
from sunshine, and wistful thirsty banks
of silken silt as dense as any forest.

That river joined roots in a tangled forest,
washed slender from tender cells of shade,
and it spoke as a single skin. The banks

drank up the egg-washed tides, muddy banks
of bones and boats and rotting ribs of forest
spills. A fell moment of sunset fired shade.

It was a shady day on the banks of the forest.

Tritina (for NLJ) & and Sunday Whirl. Words: grace, join, yearning, silken, any, fire,
eggs, moment, skin, cell, light, boundless