Unfinished

Morning lifts itself from my bed
Wrapped in the half sleep 
Of lingering dreams
Attempting to keep warm
In this cold emptiness of a northern winter 

January seems so long ago
And July's heat a distant memory
From years gone by
That hangs in the wings
Awaiting the encore call,
So many soliloquies yet to pass
Before it takes its place at center stage,
A mere cameo
But by no means a bit part, 

The eleventh hour approaches,
Creeping forward
Hand over hand on a rope
Suspended across a river far below,
But I no longer dwell
On the sound of rushing water
Beneath my feet,
Nor the taste of the jungle drifting
On the rising mist 

The fibres speak to me
In the silence of this river crossing
Each twist a musing of the past
Pressed beneath my fingers,
Their essence seeping through my skin
To touch my soul;
Each knot a moment captured within my heart
Where the inscription carved
On the inner curve
Simply reads: I Love You 
… And I always have, 
Written in plain lettering
From the ink of your pen.



Janet Reid
march 2009







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