Hudson River Memories


I Beginnings


Blue rivers curl over

green grass.

Soft rain and shy winds

combing my hair.



Where was I before

time was born?

My mind tumbles

through memories.



Thick fog smudges

shoreline.

Horns of ships and

rumble from trains

emptying into evening.



When shadows fall,

I explore silvery slips of sleep.

Hudson River glowing

in empty fields.

Dreams of river beds.



II Shadow Boxing


All day long heat

circles Hudson River.

Finally the sun sinks

to its watery chamber.



I want that fiery ring

the sun.

That is what I must have.



Pulled by currents

I buffet waves...

kicking up oozing mud.



Each day after day

treading water.

Losing

trains of thought

within tracks of time.

Falling through golden circles

among black velvet moans.


-Joan McNerney


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