Walks are good...

I am walking along

a place so quiet

I can hear the wings of the moth beat

I can hear the grass sway in the wind

yet

I cannot hear the river

So I keep walking along

I hear the quail chirping in the blackberries

I hear the duck wings as they fly swiftly by

yet

I cannot hear the river

So I keep walking along

humming a song

that flows from the river within

I lift my eyes

to late winter skies

It is more the beginning of spring

before I realize anyone, anything

I see the river

Rising up before me

yet

before I saw it

I heard it

It was then I knew

K, Duane Carter 2-16-12