Photo Challenge #77

Golden Hour By Maciej Koniuszy

– Maciej Koniuszy

A river still as glass

Enhances the emptiness therein.

Each morning the birds

Resume their sentry

Paddling softly across

A deliquescing mirror.

They do not know of the evils

Contained within man

Those enterprises which

Customarily diminish heart.

Over time the boat

Solicits no further inquiry,

It’s transit, aimless,

It seeks no harbor

But holds fast

At a discreet distance

From those shores which

Trauma has so meanly dictated.