Estuarily Speaking

If rivers come out of their icy prison thus bright and immortal, shall not I too resume my spring life with joy and hope? - Thoreau

tossed and scattered seed

lies, lust and remnants of greed

unconvincingly plead

where no one holds even a dusty, notarized, sapphire copy of creation's deed

well inland

refusing to be denied

the river burbles

as it makes its way to an unforgiving sea

where it deposits trash and remnants of faith

this unrecognized part of eternity not even counted as detritus of day eighth

as they play dress up and pretend

meaningless words spoken but never penned

forever forgetting that today is but another godsend

don't ask me to what everflowing end

Author's Note

"The life in us is like the water in the river. It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats." - Thoreau