POEM: RiverBed

Before the
Day has a
Firm hold on you,
When it is
As pink as
An Easter egg,



When the
Horizon
Is a ribbon,
That becomes
A starting line,
A breathy pause,



The river
hustles by,
Absent-
Mindedly
Speaking in
Low, moving
Syllables –


To a shoreline
Which finds Truth
As stillness
And wearing,
shaping hands
Of water.





M C Biegner 4/2005