Insider – her depths

Insider – her depths

Guilt in the early morning hours, out

Caught in fog on still fresh waters

Songs to a slow poled canal boat, slips

Through in shallows drift, a passenger

Rides deep insider, her depths lone

Thoughts far from outside her journey

As Winter buries cold earth beneath her feet

Ice wraps in chains tired trees as they sleep

But travel she must, for the message came

Ink dry upon a teased weather stained parchment

Still scented by many miles in leather and spice

But in the warmth to a fire, her thoughts become

Lead away, far up along winding cold waterways

Though for now she waits, patient as the pole-man

Ferries her into an idle distance till journey’s end.


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