Hudson River Memories
I Beginnings Blue rivers curl over green grass. Soft rain and shy winds combing my hair. Where was I before time was born? My mind tumbles through memories. Thick fog smudges shoreline. Horns of ships and rumble from trains emptying into evening. When shadows fall, I explore silvery slips of sleep. Hudson River glowing in empty fields. Dreams of river beds. II Shadow Boxing All day long heat circles Hudson River. Finally the sun sinks to its watery chamber. I want that fiery ring the sun. That is what I must have. Pulled by currents I buffet waves... kicking up oozing mud. Each day after day treading water. Losing trains of thought within tracks of time. Falling through golden circles among black velvet moans.