Han River Poems : Sometimes the river runs to me

Monday, April 13, 2020

When I am tired of peddling upstream.

There is a place by the rainbow bridge

Where my needs receptive
Can mingle with retentive,

Like falling into someone's open arms,

And floating to a sea of joy

Without a hint of tomorrow’s anchorage or restitution.

Let's go see what waits for us

In every moment of our soft lit eyes,

A pool of youth reflecting your smile,

If only for a little while.

Let me dabble in the spring bubbling up

Through the fissures of a broken world.

Haven’t I had enough of less-than-life fascination?

Enduring workmen's dedication?

What about the rest of the time

With bends and turns for my restless spirit?

Why see it spurned when serendipity arises

Before my last gasp of breath?

If I let the river reach my shore,

Wet my feet with effervescence,

Life will be sweet with infatuation once more.

Han River Poems