I WITNESS A DANCE BY THE ROCK RIVER
Days upon days and clouds
caught in a naked branch
like the words in a poem
that has no meaning,
like a lonely woman, drunk,
doing an impromptu dance
at the lonely river’s edge.
When I stare at the sky,
my desires vanish like sand
through a broken hourglass.
That is, they simply die.
Men of science, in their departments,
study mysteries, which
change with each spring.
Riddles without answers
are disconcerting things.
I know the sum of one plus one,
the distance to the sun,
but is the silence of the grave,
merely a pleasant repose?
I think not.
As men fall to their knees,
leaves fall from the trees
and are gone with the first breeze.
This is what our lives have to be.
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George Freek