I have found a space
along the river - a space
which the forces of a
life lived hurriedly
would wish to shake loose
from its moorings in sanity
and repose. Shake loose
and spit up on some other
shore - far away from here,
far away from the simplicity
which makes this space so fair.
A space which I shall shelter
as it even now shelters me.
How could I leave?
How might I depart?
How may I go?
From here along the river
the goose weaves its honking
into the notes of a song
I know. A song that is written
onto the backs of the hatch at my
feet and among the mare's tails
wisping overhead.
Do not move,
Do not leave,
Only stay and go
down deep.
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