The Right Column
River Freezes

Valley
late Sunday
  

     What random life,
   random words, random
  pull-over spot
     on the web of roads that
      line the hills and 
    rills 
      of the far-away
    landscape

        What random thought
     or hurt of mind
 or imagined slight
       or little boy rage in 
     a 'supposed ta be
        grown man
 
    What wondering ecstasy of
       lost time
    no regrets
     it's all good
     take it on the chim
    suck it up
 we're all in this together
     take one for the team

        And all that and
     the solotary wondering
        alone on the seawall
   Where he feels closer to God
      the higher the sea rages.