From this Side of the River

I invented this river, dreamed it up

Been dreaming it wider and wider,

 

I stand on this bank and the other side

Is lost to me, even as I am lost, each day

 

What I think I am, is less and less

What is all about me, more and more

 

And yes the river is deep and wide

Who or what’s on the other side, hidden:

 

Dreaming is a hard skill to master—

I toss my hat the length of the river

 

But cannot see the other side

Dreaming it wider, wider (a statement

 

worth consideration and not

profound at all)  I stand and fish,

 

Catch my limit most often, dinner

For friends as well, yet questions

 

On the nature of dreaming rivers ways

Are as many as the colors of fish, answers

 

Fewer than seem far somehow—

But the river is my own dream

 

If I don’t mind where it takes me

The river can break me in the deep.

 
Crossings are hard task to master.

The river is my own invention.

 

 

 

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