0109 The Stories [21 October 1997]

Along a clear blue stream,
Do I sit.
Alone by the gurgling water,
Listening to the stories it tells.

Long have I awaited.
For what? I don’t know.
The reason escapes my mind,
Yet still do I sit here.

The trees join in,
And rustle to attract my attention.
Their leaves wave greeting
And join the stream’s tale with its own.

The long, waist-high grass,
Slowly talks of yesterday.
The green stalks tremble
As the wind caresses its length.

Long have I been here,
Left for whoever will come.
The birds finally talk,
Singing their stories to me.

Tomorrow, I will come back,
But for tonight I will rest.
For the sun falls beneath
The never-ending horizon.

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Newbie weight lifter. Love cats and baseball.
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