I always come back to the river
The steady sway soothes me
The ambience moves me
Inspires thought and the silence feels like home
The lazy ripples distort time
I unwind
Let go of emotion
And connect to the ocean
Far but flat, a ribbon stretching to reach its destiny
A soft bow wave creates a loamy rush in the distance of a salty hush
Birds lap an flap, squeal and whistle
A bell rings in the echo of an outboards regular thud
The fizz as the water drains from mud
Weeds and wood turn in eddies
A ships crane clangs above a motors bellows.
I always come back to the river
It answers unasked questions in muddy swirls and sloshes
Captures inspiration in endless foamy washes.