Revisiting Kinfla River

Once more at the river
that leads out of here
Deceptively silent

How we used to wonder
What use is a river
Surrounded by ocean?

Now it offers safety
that we used to scorn
Reckless days

An old beggar sitting
Feeding the sea birds
today’s bread

Surrounding shorelines
Littered with harbours
Mid-goals of longing

To be lost out once more
But these days we know:
One’d be lost forever

To unknow it then
Once more scorn the safety
To wish to be lost

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