Rhythm

Estuaries

He waits, As she gushes;  With all of everything, All of  naught. A promise made in the heavens; He waits

Little windows
In a curtain of sheer red,
For some
It’s white, like marble
Chiseled into a River
Cascading down bodies,
Drowning? No,
Floating
Weightless – fast and slow
Sometimes directionless,
Yet eager to meet her Sea

She finds solace
Not in herself but in someone-
Always waiting
For the one waiting for her
At the end of the aisle.
Fire, God-
All gaze lovingly at them
The River found her Sea
And nourish she does,
Not herself but others.
Provides, she does,
All the others.

He waits,
As she gushes; 
With all of everything,
All of  naught.
A promise made in the heavens;
He waits. 


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