When Rivers Run Again Like Children

your doubt
cannot be erased by the loud music from the fm radio
or the non-stop tv
or the addiction that you put on facebook

not even poetry
can cure it completely

there is one thing
about
peregrination

these walks at night under the moon
passing by those owls

the walks following morning
upon grasses still wet with dew
day slowly unfolding
light curtains
blades of rice plants
worshiping the sun
birds migrating and finding
places to feed their young

it is at this moment when you finally
locate those missing items

remembering those that trigger the
finding of meanings

hope in another light
inspiration rushing like a waterfall from the top
of your hair
your head full again with memories

rivers run again
like children

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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