My Picture: Mekong River, Vietnam

I walked outside today,
something from far off it seemed.
Nobody was talking to each other,
and yet
nobody seemed unhappy.

I found myself by a rapid, roaring
river,
a silent spirit broken.
Hiding itself
underneath its lonely cave.

The fish, unfed for days
wasting away.
And yet….
still concerned about their
autumn splendor.

In this place,
I am a stranger.
Nothing to guide me through this silence
or mist of faded smiles and tears.
Where is all the inspiration now,
and yearnings after beauty.
To spin with words of wonder,
that is my only hope.