December 10, 2020
KNOW HOW
the paths to the roads – to the bridges –
over the rivers – to the people and
the places – where I found my life –
and then pointed me to the beyond.
stop – and get stuck – in the here and the
now – but told me there were more roads -
more rivers to cross– more books to write –
more poems to dig up – and more people to meet.
me – like rock skippers on quiet lakes in the
morning – God bounces – plop, plop, plop,
plop, plop, plop – then God sinking into the
deep, deep, deep, below, below, below ….
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020
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