one morning where the rivers meet

11" x 14" / acrylic on canvas 

One morning where the Rivers meet
where time and place hang suspended.
    Down the road from where my life is lived
before reaching the abandoned building of what once was.
Along a path worn of feet,
            broken glass, 
                discarded moments.
The view and what is faced 
    relates to the direction we move in
                        or out.


One morning where the Rivers meet
the Waters reflect what has and has not been tended.
    Down the road from where my life is lived
standing still in time and embracing this place, this pause.
Along a path of cracked concrete,
            wild grass,
                postponements.
Careful or careless made plans lie unlaced
                    discarded skins
                      abandoned plans.

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