In Shadow

I peered deeply into the black stream bed,
Dark tranquility did I see.
“Who are you? Who are you?”
Asked the reflection, glancing back at me.
The moon illuminated life through the heavy
Underbrush which formed the bank’s desolate canopy.
“Who are you? Who are you? Are you listening?”
The voice again intoned, seeping melancholy.
“I’m the one who politely declined, I’m afraid –
Simply a differing philosophy,”
I caught myself awkwardly saying aloud
As a large barn owl flew over – startling me.
“How does a river induce one to carry on as such?”
Now in shadow I thought to myself, peacefully.

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