Waterfall of Wonder
I could go with the flow and die
and find heaven, be swept away
by a current with more power and speed
than my ability to backstroke to the point
I could go with the flow and forget
reality. Trade it for moongazing.
Me, wrapped in fresh night,
waiting for the sun to stroke
the horizon in hues of you.
I could go with the flow and get stuck
between a rock and a dark place
behind a waterfall of wonder
and longing, without compass
or memory of my path.
Not even wishing for puddles
–only dry land.
Britni Bridgeforth is a Memphis born poet who now calls Chattanooga home.
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