Saturday, January 5, 2013

A Poem by Michael K. Gause

River Lesson

You do not understand
You have been called

Drawn by how she moves
What's inside

The history of the world rises to ripples
Coming to rest where you stand

Each wave a catch and release
Past and future in a rhythm of ends

Their frequency, the distance between what you believe
What the world has known all along

But in truth the river teaches best
In what she withholds

Lets us do in ourselves

Michael K. Gause lives, writes, laughs, and loves in Minnesota. His website is

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