The River Never  Far

the river never far

slips through his fingers

eyes him below sun filled hills

swims away in its swimming blues

muddy creeks 

sleeping ducks

brilliant oppressions

his permissions 

of the child

sent to the river to catch

what he can catch

submerges within sight

of the entirety

of what to him was known

permissions given

with a summer wave

loving smile

in his staring mumbling walk

cloudy impairments

he chalks things up to 

things lost 

clearly he would rather be 

with the old dog old woman

in the green park 

by the river

by the sun

to be with the pumpkins 

the chummy mums 

in sunny rows

staring back

in their sworn promise

to say nothing 

JP Pestana October 30, 2016