sleep is a land
where we heal
the waking dream
as the slow melt
of the rumpled day
runnels into streams
memory needs limpid light
soft with which to plead
lonely case in quiet place
deep meaning for to read
we are but the ferrymen
discernment is the raft
we draw the oar stick
with both hands
slowly fore to aft
as crabwise down
the stream we work
dissecting the flow
wisdom as our ballast
harkening we go...
Lucy Meskill
photo credit: Judith Meskill
and then there is rhyme / in beautifully measured time / hat tip you haiku ... #haiku :)
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