RIVER CAMP AT NIGHT
The orange glow gives way to the white of the moon
and the tent is pitched.
The river moves with its hushed, unending sound,
and brings a memory.
Restless memories are always drawn to rivers,
to silence, to the stars above.
A version of this poem first appeared in The Bridge, April 2007, Vol. 4.
The orange glow gives way to the white of the moon
and the tent is pitched.
The river moves with its hushed, unending sound,
and brings a memory.
Restless memories are always drawn to rivers,
to silence, to the stars above.
A version of this poem first appeared in The Bridge, April 2007, Vol. 4.