Drift

A day began in silent still

With dreaming of rushes and birdsong

It crept, and slept, and trickled below

Passing in shade, deep, slow..

Through a valley of whispers

And a murmuring brook

Into wide, open waters

Lapping and curling 

And sinking beneath hand and foot

Where, floating, I brushed on the river stones

And felt my wet clothing, rippling and soft

Billow about my shoulders and waist

Gently, through currents and shallows

Now, stray sunlight warms my face

From beneath the bows and leaves

Hither I had come to sleeping, rest

Here, where waves had carried me away