Even muddy water shines
sand glistens — a crystal
menagerie overlooked
in our desperate plight
to dazzle ourselves with wires
and bulbs piling kilowatt
upon kilowatt in the hyper
glow that dulls with the faint
hope of progress.

Hear brackish grass humming
in the deeper curves, a salty voice
whispering in shadows – the river
bends forever and I follow
the turns toward yesterday.

I am captive, wayfarer
subdued by wild, enduring
unobtrusive glory.

Like critters secluded
along your sandy shores
I am at home.