It's Still Life

Swept Along

I was that child
carving channels down headlands,
like unconquerable water

around bends, I spread and filled,
broadened and was swept along.
Currents tossing aside

old dreams for new ambitions;
my heart grew wise,
and now this old river

gropes for one more bend.

Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #206 “bend”. Quadrille: 44-words sans title. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.