River Song.

Dsc02480by Michelle Seyner09 Dec 2013

I sit by the riverside.
The wind tugs at my hair
with impatient, greedy fingers
while I watch the indiscernable patterns
of bubbles and ripples in the water -
myriad messages, here and gone
on the ever changing surface
of this singing, rushing river
with ships riding on her back
and dark currents in her belly.
I sit by the riverside,
watch her flow from here to there
but her voice is everywhere.

December 9th 2013.
Michelle Seyner.