Drifting silently down the Licking River
to witness the slow motion ballet
of what remains of what was.

Blue Heron greets my passage
ankle deep king of the reeds
spreads wings of glory without acknowledgement. 

Snapping turtle sunning
on the fossilized encrusted rock ledge
as if to say I am still here, I am still alive. 

Small mouth bass waiting
on the outward curve bend of the river
working against the current
to remain where they are
until the next meal comes to them. 

Me drifting along in life
spreading wings of thought
I am still alive
waiting for my next meal.