Deepest me by Terry Cummings


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I went to see the river this morning
And walked beside its flowing grace
The air that touched it sang to me
Its pity touched my languid face

River watched me walk alone
Air asked me with a whispered 'why'?
I had no answer so I ignored
The airs sweet voice, the rivers sigh

Rippled fingers reached to me
Tried to soothe my heavy tread
Yet I was too far on my own
Within the thoughts within my head

Yet I am dark and I am dry
And I remove the reasons why
So blinded to the rivers song
So deaf to sweetest rivers sigh

River understood my want
Beneath its surface sympathy
Quiet, moving, silent flow
So in touch with deepest me