The River
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Deep August,
In the early evening
When the sun is just beginning
It’s struggle against the weight of night.
My soles like leather
Skin cracked, caked in gravel.
A weathered and hardy armor,
Anchoring me to the river bed.
Shielding me from the claws of cray fish
And the sharp bite of the rocky floor.
I wade out,
To find the current.
An old friend,
Who takes me home.
*Based on memories from The Saugeen River in Priceville.
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