The Guardian

I am not alone when I stand ankle-deep

In the river, which runs longingly toward

Your light. You are the color of autumn

Leaves and gold, you rain upon your children

The Water, the Trees, the Rocks. I check my

Watch for the time, but you glare at the glass;

My eyes shift to the river. Its waters

Flood forward, breaching my dam of bundled,

Sun-bleached memories. �"I think ten years back,

When I watched you follow me to school through

My car’s rear window (I smiled at the attention),

And of the time I learned you were not

Following me at all.  Was I not your

Progeny, a child meriting protection, as

Was the rest of the world? -Your light

Mirrors the brilliant leaves suspended

Above the water, hiding the rocky

Peril beneath. You lie, but you do not

Speak; I am impressed and hurt. Still, I find

The languid reflection beautiful. In light

Of the moment’s splendor, I smile.

The day is come when I again repose

Beneath you, the ardent star, and you

Grab a wisp of golden hair framing

My face, and I know. I am not a

Favorite, but I too am a child

Of You, the Sun, today on this silk shore.

Reviews

[sammyj]

very good write. The imagery is great, takes me to the place your writing about and I can see it. Touch it. Smell it. Great write.