The River is a Window

the river is a window
the fog is a way through and in.
the crow becomes another you when you want to change eyes.
it's the other side of the river now.
the other side.
The river is a window.
The crow's eye is where you are.
The wings through the fog rolling over the river in the morning
seeps into your blood.
Shimmering green pools of moss in the wet summertime
with your bike tires tangled deep in natures twisting embrace
of branches, flowers, seeds, blood feeders, buzz makers, flower shakers.
The river is a window.
The soul is shining there always.

9/27/2014
-Ed Tajchman