New England Again

The river lies restless
foam rising on wind-raised waves
glinting cold steel in the sunlight
rearing cold spray into the air
touching the sky then falling back
always moving but never leaving

The river lies mirror-like
reflecting the stars, the moon,
the dark outlines of trees stretching high above
almost perfectly casting the images
making me wonder which side I am on

The river lies forever
embracing fools like me
with its vision and insight
telling a story
but never the whole story

The river lies glazed
a facade of still peace
hiding its frigid, forbidding soul