Meander

flyingfish

 

I meandered up the snaky path 
winding sinuous to summit.
Climbing was an easy course
when the grade ascended 
in baby-steps, on and on, gradual.

Once I started to climb,
the summit was never in view.
Ahead, only the next bend.
A script of twists and turns 
around the slope of scenes
on way to culmination.

Having made it to the lookout
the valley lay spread out before me.
There I saw the river snaking
across its flood plain,
meandering.

No slope to climb.
No need to wind.
Yet the mighty river chose 
the gradual snaky path,
meandering
to realization,
of destination
out of view.

  • Author: John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 20th, 2021 00:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    such a relatable depiction, I kinda feel this has the makings of a song? lol
    thanks for sharing, dear poet

    • flyingfish

      Thanks for your comments. The title of the song could be 'Linger Longer'. Cheers John

      • L. B. Mek

        'I linger, longer
        and so, I meander....'
        (it writes itself, I tell ya) lol



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