Chest-deep in the river warm rain washes me whispering forgiveness.
Now only the river knows
the depths of
my sins
but ask it about them
and you’ll get no answer
just the sound it makes
as it lulls and upheaves
widens and deepens
scours and gnaws and bores
through the earth
and delivers them to drown
in the depths
of the sea.
One of the winners in the Random Acts of Poetry Contest and published in the Ely Summer Times 2018. Featured image by Ahstubbs from Pixabay.