As I sit by the stream,
All my worries
Remove me from
The flowing waters
In front of me,
The world outside my head.
All I can see is
My problems inside my head.
It’s an illusion —
This bench by the river.
So what is true?
A metaphor about a bench by the river.
I was wrong to believe
“My writing brings me to the world.”
Rather, I say,
“I write to be removed from the world.”
So I can’t tell the ducks
To settle on this page as they pass.
Flowing down my arms, into pen then onto paper,
My worries
Explain what’s happening:
Memories
Change as I write
Helping me to see
My pen is kinder than my brain. So,
I write and
I write and
I write and
I write and
My pen is kinder than my brain. So,
Helping me to see
Change as I write,
Memories
Explain what’s happening:
My worries
Flowing down my arm, into pen then onto paper,
To settle on this page as they pass.
So I can’t tell the ducks
“I write to be removed from the world.”
Rather, I say,
“My writing brings me to the world.”
I was wrong to believe
A metaphor about a bench by the river.
So what is true?
This bench by the river.
It’s an illusion —
My problems inside my head.
All I can see is
The world outside my head.
In front of me,
The flowing waters
Remove me from
All my worries
As I sit by the stream,
Listening.