Green River strolls lazily along, Draws me onward Only forward, No going back. Layers of emerald canopy glisten, Diamonds pressed from a Light and momentary storm. Muddy path meanders, sometimes Near the river, others not, Falling, rising again, Tracing undulating hills. Is there a destination or Only wandering? The river seems to know Where it’s going. Why not the path? Gentle whisper— Is it water? Breeze? Rain? Soundless river, motionless leaves, No drips in the puddle before me. My ears do not betray the Voice speaking to me. I lean into the not knowing. I lose my way a few times, but Then I am found again. Grace, signposts. Slippery trail has Knocked me down, but Each time I get up. Green, glistening woods are Worth being muddy and bruised. There is a destination after all— My true love Calls my name from Just beyond the edge of the woods, and Off I go. David K. Carpenter June 6, 2021
Photos taken in the woods along the Green River as it winds its way through Mammoth Cave National Park in Kentucky.
All images Copyright © 2021 by David K. Carpenter Photography
Poem Copyright © 2021 by David K. Carpenter
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