Crystal waters of chalk rivers

Waving fronds of maidens hair, trailing like slow green serpents

That shadow the bed where silver trout watch with darting eyes that belie their stillness

 

Appearing free the river is directed in the confines 

Gliding quietly to the sea

 

I lie back on the soft green sward , staring up at the blue,

The smell of sweet grass and singing  waters fill the air with curtains of scent 

 

Like the river all are directed by the bank of life we can’t jump

Pushed forward and downward from the youth of the source 

To the delta at the sea where it’s mixed into oblivion 

 

But the blue calls.

My eyes peer into infinite space, can I see the end?

Or I’m I peering into the past, 

The light that bathes me is oh so old.

 

Dozing in the suns warms hands,squinting up into

Other lands.

Drifting up into space, leaving the human race.

 

Can I lie here forever time, becoming one with the earth that’s mine

Or am I pushed  like the river 

Appearing free to wander but guided by the gravity of life.

 

I shall never know , unless the floods come and breaks me free.