Along the River
When God tumbled from the bridge
I was walking by the river
O there were lilies moving
cross the surface
stars tangled in the reeds
I didn’t hear God part the water
or see his beard go under
though I heard tell of it later
O there’s so little time for pleasure
to feel waves lace our feet
or sense how stars, unseen,
are braided in our hair
When God tumbled
I was walking by the river
and I saw a flute of wind
carry birds over the bridge
-- Sarah Sloat
Sarah Sloat is still figuring out who she is. She has poems forthcoming in Poet's Canvas, 3rd Muse and Pebble Lake Review.