The River
August 12th, 2012 by Magdalena Tabor
Time is a river.
Twisting and bending
Our perception of it.
Its movement
Snakes and decepts.
Charms us
With the future,
Present all too soon,
Passes
Before we realize.
The river
Is still the river.
It is we who travel
Its course,
Who emerge
Transfigured
At the mouth of the sea.
