The River

I watched the river of Time
not knowing it was mine
and flowing day by day

to where I could not stay
though I felt solid in my shoes
and though I read the news

I watched the river of Time
not knowing it was mine
when it filled up with snow

I watched my pulses go
a little slower moon by moon
and those to whom I'd come

a very little one
passed on
and I felt smaller too

just looking at the view
without the very few who loved me.
I watched the river of Time

not knowing it was mine
and thinking I was still on shore
not knowing in an instant,

in a Cinderella chime

I'd be through the door marked mine
to whole geographies of another kind.
those long ago forgot

where Time is really not.
I watched the river of Time.
not knowing it was mine.,,

mary angela douglas 27 december 2015