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.
4 thoughts on "Holy Communion"
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I’ve enjoyed reading your poems very much.
They are of familiar places and feelings.
Thank you Jim! You have been an inspiration.
Makes me want to get in a canoe and see whether I can observe more than I did the last time I was on the Licking River. I’d probably have to be alone to notice as much as your speaker does.
Thanks. I put away the camera and just try to become a good guest in their home.