I wait at the edge of the forest
The boundary between
Danger and safety
The threshold between
What I know and don’t
The seen and unseen
And in that moment
I have a decision to make
To continue waiting
Or begin a new chapter
By taking my first step
Into the trees
This was originally posted in January 2017. You can find the original post here.
The river is high
And the current is strong
I am powerless
So must drift along
*
A journey unseen
A destination unknown
But it feels like the water
Is carrying me home
You can find the original post here: The River – 17 January 2017
I wait at the edge of the forest
The boundary between
Danger and safety
The threshold between
What I know and don’t
The seen and unseen
And in that moment
I have a decision to make
To continue waiting
Or begin a new chapter
By taking my first step
Into the trees
The river is high
And the current is strong
I am powerless
So must drift along
*
A journey unseen
A destination unknown
But it feels like the water
Is carrying me home
A walk down the river this morning provided the photos and the inspiration for the poem. We had a lot of rain here yesterday, raising the level of the river. As I stood and watched the water flowing by, the current quicker and stronger than usual, many a-large branch passed me by. There was something quite calming about standing there and watching the water…and my mind felt a great deal more peaceful after it too 🙂
Sammi Cox 