"streambound"

"streambound" 

In the stream before thought, 

a silver thread spills from a cloud’s open palm. 

It beads the air with patient syllables, 

falling into the current where our minds already drift.

We wade in - ankles claimed by the cold, 

our boots drinking more than we do. 

Above, heaven’s ladle tips again, 

its rain stitching ripples into the moving mirror.

There is no shore here, 

only the slow passage of silt and dream, 

where every step sends rings outward 

to touch a bank we cannot see.

And if the water laughs over us, 

sloshing past the leather walls we built, 

we wear that saturation gladly - 

for it is proof we walked in deep enough to be changed.

Reviews

[Ms claws]

Such beautiful poetry, redd Brick Keshner. the words paint awesome portraits on my mind, I am just in awe at this. Every stanza touches me deeply. Very unique, each word leaving an imprint all its own. This is not just a hobby. You, sir, are a poet. A Poet. Thank you for sharing.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thank you ETERNITY; you are much appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻

[S€H@J]

Nice poem love the tone .

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thank you so much 🙏🏻🕊️

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like the water laughing...and boots drinking more than we do.

Clever, Clever.

I wonder how many are actually willing to walk in deep enough to be changed.
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

I’m guessing there are those of us that have no real choice, but to be changed, either way. Much appreciated as always, j.
Freds🙏🏻🕊️

[Ms claws]

jacob erin-cilberto your comment got me thinking, we see the magic before us but most don't venture in.