Prose Poem....By the River at Dawn- Copyright Robert Fullarton 2013

 Prose Poem....By the River at Dawn

I speak of night becoming day, where morning birds feed from gaping waters pouring like offerings to a single gaze. The moment comes and night gives way to dawn, the rustic vision of the brown set against the darkness of the water, the opulent green shrubbery against the rocks, birds make home here, fishes school and learn for life, lonely men gaze out onto the dark waters and are free for just a moment, before their work begins. Take these waters and make them yours, all people, no matter how great their loss, are welcome where none are judged and all is found in fibers of silence and reflection. All solace is found in the gaze and delivered to the chest.