clarity reflecting

The moon is glib tonight
lost in its own thoughts
light shimmering
across this riverbank of lust

Transitory, her station lifts me
into her arms, carries me to a calmer
water just an arm’s length away
from my own awareness –

and so I reap the full weight of
what it is that I am seeing, my
own moment of clarity reflecting
the Self as I am at last, atoned.

 

© K. James Ribble

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