little we see

“Little we see in Nature that is ours,” ~ Wordsworth.

while we watch the river and contemplate
the endless shifting of thoughts, like a baby's
crying who still sees her self as central
to the axis of worlds' turning, tenderly can we

step back from the edge of the river-that place
where water would like to touch earth(without force)
but makes a move mostly silently- obedient to its course
we're magnetized to higher drier land

no quieter than the edge, yet distance seems
to sculpt a sense of underlying wet earthy truth
beneath the lies we spouted as being all we thought we saw
it's all happening,  with hands that pray, and a single crow's caw

rise up from the clouds of delusion's game
and seize the prize- as melting shame
eyes, sparkling in the springtime sun- we the joyous
inspirers, join hands, spin round--become one!

Kate Lamberg

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