Salado Creek

I know the beautiful places.

Where light graces tops
Of feathered reeds
And rivers bend in loving,
Winding curves.

The heron gives a winged show
Darting over chalky ridge and elm,
When startled by my stirring.

Admission paid by cast off shoes,
A bit of stolen time;
My feet sink and drink and press down,
Wading into longing.

There is stillness,
And a symphony of “click, clack”;
Moving glass
Washes all around me.

Yes, I know the beautiful places.
And more so, they know me.

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© Savannah Smiley Sterrett 2022