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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 up——right 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 © 2021 Julie Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michael Faraday on 04/03/06 at 06:45 PM

enjoyed the reed...umm read! :)

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