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Whisper in the Reeds (ORIGINAL)
by Julie Adams
How quickly time flies
over 25
but more than ever
I am running with the wind
rocking on, chopping
my way through the jungle
with the wild, untaimed
Amazon at my side
feeding all that surrounds it
insect, plant, monkey
channeling into the distance
as sure as sunsets, and
I've found direction
it compels
like Crusoe's darkness,
some blind direction,
fate perhaps, or karma
Divine Providence, even
ending upright place, right time,
like Equiano,
though he could hardly leave.
I am running with the wind
like Solomon's children,
flying beyond!
and as the sun pulls away
I follow silver trails of moonsilk
across waters, vast, wide
I tread through tangled marshes, reeds
they whisper, its voice unclear
hushed by the wind
she howls softly behind my ears
keeps me light on my toes
urging me onward
10/14/2003 Author's Note: experimenting, as usual
Posted on 10/14/2003
Copyright © 2025 Julie Adams
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