I see a couple of leaves <br />spinning around in the river <br />in a small whirlpool <br />circling back, <br />around and around. <br /> <br />A canoe glides past <br />with its occupant waving, <br />dressed in brilliant orange, <br />and it sails on <br />without loosing motion. <br /> <br />Tranquillity washes over me <br />where I am fishing <br />next to the fluid continuity <br />that looks the same, <br />but very subtle the hue changes <br />like the colour of the sky. <br /> <br />My eyes are on the policemen <br />of the fishing lines, <br />but I watch the vibrant river <br />rushing past, the deep blue sky <br />and some finches sitting twittering <br />on their nests in a willow tree. <br /> <br />I am here to catch some equilibrium, <br />to get balance in a busy life, <br />to hear the river’s voice, <br />for a time to let nature <br />talk to me and to experience <br />sun, wind, sky and breeze. <br /> <br />I think of you and I <br />and how suddenly passion <br />like the river gets an own power, <br />goes to a new high water mark <br /> <br />and although your body <br />is so familiar in aspects of shape, <br />texture and structure <br />there’s always something new. <br /> <br />You leave me breathless <br />and like the water <br />make me rise <br />in power and strength <br />and bring serenity to me.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-river-18/
