by Dorothea Barth ©2008
The waterfront too wonderful among
The gulls, the geese, the seals, the boats at play
To ruminate on choices gone awrong
Events that might have turned some other way;
What discipline evaded, chances flown,
What work undone, what minutes yet remain,
What spirit undiscovered, love unsown,
What hampers moments’ rise anew again?
A white bird lands, round ripples emanate,
The patterns softly spreading undisturbed,
Cascading feathers standing unafraid,
The circles ever widening yet unheard;
We both were still the moment that we met
At once the churning R fell from regret
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.