River, Mist, and a Child

River, Mist, and a Child

This poem is light striping a river.

This poem is mist festooning the hills.

This poem is a child falling in love with a landscape.

This poem is a wide swathe of pale gold light

falling in a straight line athwart a silvery river

at the last edge of daylight, as the child watches.

This poem is thick ribbons of curling, billowing mist

lying in parallel pockets along the sides of the hills

which ring the valley, as the child wakes up and sees.

This poem is a child entranced by evening and morning,

a child who lives in a valley alongside a curving river,

a child who likes to watch the endlessly changing play of light.

This poem is light gradually fading on a darkening river.

This poem is the mist thinning, vanishing off the broad hills.

This is me, far from my childhood, lost in remembering.


Written for Writers' Pantry #6 at Poets and Storytellers United
and shared with open link weekend #6 at earthweal. 
The form, invented by Hannah Gosselin, is called Boomerang Metaphors.