it fell upon this paper, a muddied river

2.13.2008 [at eaps]

it fell upon this paper, a muddied river

and with each lettered word
that falls upon this paper,
I spell response

I respond to life that
calls out to me and I
am flooded with whispers

before me lay
a muddied river that flows
stronger than any wind that blows

the river that leads and ends
with some unknown destination

I built this raft to ride upon
I gave myself this single oar

from the river’s source I am carried
with only a pole to guide me

as I near the rivers end
the water becomes clear
and the water becomes salty

the sun shines bright
I, with my bleached shirt

waves splash upon my raft
I, with my salty hair

the ocean before me is vast
I, with my single oar

my raft is tightly bound
as the oar turns to mast
and shirt fashioned into sail

the muddied river lay behind me
and I call back,
flooding her with whispers

for each lettered word
that fell upon this paper,
I spelled response.




Kevin M. Reader