When


When I let the river
wash over me
let the sandy grass
ground me
let the human sounds
drift away from me
I know for sure
there is no where
else on this earth
I’d rather be
no view I’d rather see

When I go down
to this river to pray
with blank pages
a borrowed bic pen
I wonder every time
how I know what to say

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