paradise
wasn’t lost
it was found
on a river bank
where the surface water lay still
the undercurrent sweeping indifference down stream
drenching one in tranquility
the trees encouraging one
to breath
to breath
to breath
stress slowly releasing
with every calming breath
easing into a long-relaxed stretch
on this river beach
of paradise
even if only within one’s dreams
Excellent! Thank you, Gwynneth. I was thinking “paradise” when I took this photo on St. Catherine’s Island, Georgia. You’ve written a beautiful, and absolutely perfect poem!