Grateful Visitor

The sun feels almost warm as I lay
On this root, a foot above the icy
Stream. The floods last spring
Brought down the tree whose
Roots now are a bed for me,
And cast an arc of shadow over
This side of the stream. I lay
To watch the minnows swim
Among those roots beneath surface,
Peace, thereby, brought back to me
By tiny creatures, moving undisturbed.
Beyond the bluff behind me is a world
That is vexed and hellish, bent on
Wresting me from here. It will,
Of course. I can't resist, but in
The hour I've been laying, I've felt
Out of reach.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-05 at 00:36

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