Beneath the oak trees, now dark, now bright
Their shapes shifting continually
A startling galaxy, the points of light
Are ruffled soul mates of eternity.
As the gentle river mirrors the sky
Water is moved by particles of air
Its form is in flux, how can I
Describe what is no longer there
In a perpetual dance of matter?
As it shears through time smoothly, my prow
Splits future and past, air and water
Shows where I have been, where yet to go
The lapping water is a benediction
A hopeful promise, a valediction
Note: never look back in a canoe, or you risk falling in
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