A deer waits to walk into the frame
Away from prying eyes
The land forgives our intruding feet
As we make our way to the river’s edge
Time flows past on a lilt of laughter
Calling lazy summers to mind
And still the river carries itself
Majestic through forest and city
We hold fast
Wading into deeper waters
We let ourselves be swept along
Turning our backs on our illusions
Control is a lie we tell ourselves
When the nights are long
And breath is a fire against the ice
And in the summer days
We learn to let it go
Drifting downstream
From the world we thought we knew ~ Caroline A. Slee