The River Lethe

standing at the edge of River Lethe
gazing with soft focus,
not averting eyes
without fear

a flotilla of glass vessels, oddly anchored and still
the blurred peripheral field funnels into this geometric construction
coming to focus

that which holds within merges without
bent light reflection in three dimensions,
which a descending nude effected in two

tree-line small-wave river-surface,
bird winging by

softly undulating burnt gray rough woven cloud canopy

a singular light shaft punctures cloud,
like an archer‘s bullseye strike from afar

five slow breaths
vessels glow from within
assemblage and surface struggle to push apart

light-beam disappears
objects and scene merge once again,
entangled

David Teeple 2025