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I thought I heard the river speak

Whispering secrets about time

Old soul flowing

through glittering, watery eyes

you see

Moon, stars and eagles overhead

you hear

ghost stories

laughter

cardinal call

you feel

tears

skinny dip

rock skip

your belly sliding along

the cold valley floor

sunlight

and the rough, golden bluffs that surround you

as you pass

on your journey to the sea

you are

a metaphor for life

for moving on

a vehicle for

birch canoes

barges

tugboats

fish

a message desperately scrawled

in a glass vessel

now opaque

frosty

from

years of traveling over

sand

water

and rocks

you notice all of this

and

calmly continue to flow.

~Melissa Placzek- 2011