the river pauses to

mimic the scene around

it. trees stretch their limbs

up and down as the sky

casually flows above and

below the horizon.

the bridge sits low on the

water, no one crossing,

but patiently waiting for

time to resume, casting

shadows with moving clouds,

swaying trees, and ripples

in the stirring water.

light gathers in the center

marking the course of the river,

fading into the shoreline with

trees herding it to keep it

on course until it reaches

whatever destination lies

before it.