I Walk Down to the RiverA Poem by Andrew
I walk down to the river where the stars
dangle and swing like lamps the night-watchman
has hung by wires in the deep rafters of Night’s hall,
pouring oily streaks of gold paint into the roiling waters.
I walk down to the river while the Great Blue Heron sleeps.
Standing still at the very brink of the stirring current, he bows his head
like a weary guardian turned to stone by the Goddess of Twilight
that he may rest his lonesome heart until the sun comes again.
I walk down to the river as an evening choir calls
the river breathes and hushes, rushes and chants
the wind strums the reeds and beats upon the maple,
making music so often ignored, mistaken for silence.
© 2012 Andrew
Added on June 21, 2012
Last Updated on November 4, 2012
Saint Cloud, MN