The River Enterer


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My life has been filled with taking the path less trodden.

These choices I’ve made come with costs, to be sure.

I can’t seem to stop leaving the house without a map.

Why is this?, I ask myself.

There are easier ways.

Paths with porta-potties along a manicured and tended forest trail..

But I seem to find it more interesting

To crawl over that boulder (metaphorically speaking)

To see what’s on the other side.

You see- I am bored by what I know.

Which makes the shadows and unknown terrain

My friends.

Sometimes I wish for a palanquin;

Because I can no longer go

All the places that call me.

I might surprise you

One day,

Phoning you up

To take hold

Of a corner of the thing…

My curiosity

Grabbing me by the scruff

Of my neck,

Stretched taut

At a whiff

Of a white flower

Over there,

Beyond my grasp.

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One Response to “The River Enterer”

  1. dion flannery on September 16th, 2013

    palaquin bearers by sarojini naidu

    Lghtly, O lighty we bear her along,
    She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
    She skims like a bird on the foam of a stream,
    She floats like a laugh from the lips of a dream,
    Gaily, O gaily we glide and we sing,
    We bear her along like a pearl on a string

    Softly, O softly we bear her along,
    She hangs like a star in the dew of our song;
    She springs like a beam on the brow of the tide,
    She falls like a tear from the eyes of a bride.
    Lightly, O lightly we glide and we sing,
    We bear her along like a pearl on a sting.

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