Slogging

sloggin’ along, I was
partially absent as usual, I was
just watching the river flow, I was,
but then got a shutter-click-glimpse
of the real of its flow and went

—still

I stopped not at inch from its brink looking,
but not just looking, seeing
no, not just seeing, being,
being the river’s flow

it was brief, that ecstatic glimpse,
been waiting for it since in a welter of words,
constrained by their dam, slow, sleepy, semi-alert

—so, still slogging, I am


Jim Culleny
11/26/22