Swift Passage

I embrace the silence of time
which flows between us like a deep
green river divides a continent, unwittingly.

With the integrity of water, pure
at source it moves the endless particles
of unconscious matter downstream, insistently.

The nature of your stillness
is not partial nor given to hostility,
but steady as the undercurrent’s implacability.

I stand opposite, reaching toward
your presence on the far bank, estranged
by the swift passage of nights to fall, indissolubly.



I am doubling up on challenges again this week:

Sanaa's Midweek Challenge asks us to draw inspiration from Pablo Neruda's poem, I like for You to be Still.
Kim's Weekend Challenge, references the poem Let Evening Come, by Jane Kenyon and asks for a pastoral theme written in tercets.