The Magnificent Walls of Growth and Halted Progress

[Riverclock]

I wrote this on my trip up to Quebec, about the trip. See my previous post for details..

 

So this was the fountain where we were to meet,

At this figure, towering toward the sky,

water bellowing from every corner

Surrounded by people, trees and ancient towers.

 

My socks are wet.

Water is overflowing

as I swish my hands.

But clarity and cleanness is never that simple,

and the darkened fabric only grows wider and colder.

 

Maybe your hands once felt these waters, too.

It's a long shot, I know, but I can't think of what else

to do, or how else to connect with you.

 

Yet, it will be okay.

I will pull through, and knowing this I turn,

Letting myself air dry.

It's an uphill journey from here,

but know I will reach the top,

and then I will know what to do.

 

Everyone walks by, holding hands,

Smiling, taking pictures.

Their words are so beautiful

in a language I don't understand,

the river is so wide, the mountains vast

in the distance.

Nothing could make it hurt more,

but this is where I must be,

for with everything comes a lesson,

and I understand I am learning even now.

 

So, you've never seen the ocean?

Well, I found this on the beach.

I kiss the sea shell,

and bury next to the flower bed.

I mark it with a stick

and hope you will one day find it,

straight from my land to yours.

From my heart to yours.