Stream

Deep inland we soon
forget the infinity of the sea.  

Today I follow rivers
ruthlessly heading for their end

as I carry sorrow like an old backpack
that shaped itself to the curve of my back
and a smile that is not mine.

I walk until my shadow
touches those of trees
in a strong wind which

from the northeast
never blows my way. 

In this land of a thousand hills  
I search for a dale. 

(c) Leen Raats

Picture: Jo Cuenen

Stream was first published by ONE ART POETRY.