River of Souls

My shadow on the water
As it runs beneath my feet.
Dark flashes darting deeper
As the fish escape the fleet.
Long shore-lines, green and muddy
As the trees begin to weep.
The sun sets bright and bloody
As we rock the boat to sleep.
The poles slide through the humming
As the birds and bats take flight.
Our lungs and wet feet drumming
As we journey through the night.

With rivers in the raindrops'
Shadows caught within my palm,
Our hist'ry laces treetops,
Turning tempest into calm.


--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com