Wednesday, March 10, 2010

watery reflection

Throwing rocks today in the river
I realized
I miss the sound
of the waves
Lapping the shore,

And how much I miss the smell of dead fish and cold water I grew up with.

Rivers are nice, but I miss the great waters of home.

1 comment:

Woman in a Window said...

Hey you, our geography has a clear home in us. It never leaves. I might be moving soon and I wonder how that might affect me. Actually, I might be coming your way(ish).

I'm always happy to see you post here.