River Path

8 Feb


Along the river path
toward the close of day,
long shadows and a soft west wind
restore my senses.

In the distance, cars line up
dutifully at a crowded intersection
where impatient drivers, tired
from the day’s encounters,
remain motionless
counting the cycles of a traffic signal.
Hands grip steering wheels ever more
tightly as the third light sequence
moves toward four.

The pathway casually follows the
river’s intentions, welcoming young parents
maneuvering a bright blue stroller.
Walkers, hand in hand, laugh for all to hear
as they cross a narrow wooden foot bridge.
Gliding silently in the distance,
cyclists lean their sleek machines
into a sweeping turn.
A gray dove leaps from her perch leaving
in her trail that unique wing song
as she rises to the highest
branch of a mesquite tree.

But it’s the shadows that suggest
a peaceful ending to the day.
How do they do it?
How do simple shadows redefine the moment?
What magic do they possess that restructures
this day of tedious turmoil,
turning it into a palatable memory?

Were it not for long shadows
on the river path,
the day’s troubles would
turn back the night covers,
tuck me into bed and
whisper a melody of dissonant, sleepless
sounds in my ear.

Ah, but those lengthening shadows
reach out like an old friend
offering a long-awaited embrace.
Along the river path, walking
with the evening breeze at my back,
I discover once again a feeling of sacred wholeness.
I am restored,

2 Responses to “River Path”

  1. lalbright125 February 8, 2018 at 9:16 pm #

    Thank you Roger. I have some similar feelings just following the shadows on my patio.

  2. Nanalee Raphael February 11, 2018 at 11:33 pm #

    Just what I needed tonight, Roger. Thank you

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