ON THE RIVER (Excerpt)
by Marcia Meara

Crystal green flows beneath me,
Leafy arches rise above.
  Dip, glide.
     Dip, glide.
Duckweed parts as I float by.
I wonder where they went,
Those ducks.
Gone overnight, it seems.
Another parting, another loss,
And I slide by,
Under all that green.
  Dip, glide.
     Dip, glide.
Just there, in deepest shade,
Sleeping emeralds cling.
Tree frogs rest in their
Smooth, damp skins
Waiting for the silver moon.
They’ll open their eyes for the silver moon.
Sleeping now,
As I pass by.
  Dip, glide.
     Dip, glide.
With arms raised to that same moon,
I once danced along the shore,
Young and wild and full of joy.
Moving to music
That stirred my soul,
And washed in that pale light,
I danced.
Years ago, in that pale, pale light.
I remember it all,
And so much more,
As I slide by.
  Dip, glide.
     Dip, glide.

Poetry by Marcia Meara appears in the Silver Birch Press Green Anthology — a collection of poetry and prose by over 70 authors living in the U.S., U.K., Canada, Europe, and Africa — available at (Kindle version free until 12/21/13).

Visit Marcia Meara at her blog Bookin’ It, where she posts reviews and other book-related articles.

Photo by Tony Hisgett