A man sits riverside
every morning in the early breeze
in the first strokes of sunlight,
the latent moon.

He watches the water flow by him
as if he’s watching nothing,
the water never ceasing
moving past him

quiet except for the occasional splash
or rise along the rocks.
The man, this water, this ritual
of non-doing, this act

of non-being, erasing
a lifetime of senseless toil,
removing a world where all things
rob us, take us away

so nothing is left
except the patient desire to see
what he has never before seen
what he has never allowed to be.

Ken Hada – August 2016
for my friends
Delaware Valley Arts Alliance
Narrowsburg, NY