I’ve been walking the acre
of my soul. It’s been so long.
And there’s the hill I used to
sit on. I’d watch the stars reflect
in the river when it was tired of
running. I wonder what the view
is now. But it takes at least a day
to get there and another to sit still
in the grass and another to wait for
the stars to come out and another
for the river to tire. Sure life keeps
taking us away. But the only time
I’m free of fear is when I drink
from that river.