Rise
Though I see
Not so very far ahead
I take the road
Into the valley maze
And trust myself
To find the way
Then what remains
But moments lost
In timeless frame
I let them go
And count no more
Just live them all
In endless flow
So none pass by
For none remorse
Nor row against
The river’s course
The ripples
And the rapids play
The challenges
Of every day
The glaciers die
The cold retreats
To summer’s entreat
They’re gone before
Both you and I
I’ve never studied
What the Poets say
Nor worried much
How they place their words
Or why that way
I do not know
How to write a sonnet
I am not sure
What makes pentameter
Iambic
I hope that’s OK
While the moon
By just a half
Whispered lightly
On the sly
Love awaits
On farther shore
Beneath the peaks
Upon the sand
It will not linger
For a moment more
Nor even greet you
When you make land
If no love
Has filled your sails
If no love
Has filled your sails
The unyielding
Asks me
To yield
So I become the cloud
Pass over the peaks
Flow through the valley
I align with the supple forces
Which overcome the implacable
No need for
Destination
No need
To have a plan
Not yet
But scan
Horizons
For potential
For places I’d like
To get
And I
Delight in the roar
Of rushing water
Coursing over stone
For a moment
At least
As content
To view the scene
As to be in it
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