To see the river
the open river
brown, a thin skin of pale blue
To be alone with the river
the uncrowded river
nothing between us but bare branches
To be as empty as the river
the bare white river
a blank page waiting for words
To be as spacious as the river
the boundless river
stretching wide, able to hold multitudes
To be nothing next to the river
the ancient river
small and new and insignificant
O to be the space
above the river
between tree top and sky
illuminated by sun!
The sun!
Glowing up the gray gloom
warming my cold face
flashing through tall, slender tree trunks
How wonderful it is to be
alive and outside
on this winter-perfect day!