Ermergent Sea

Born out of the moorland heart
you do not notice me.
Trickling down your backward slopes, to start
you do not notice me.

Flowing beneath the path of adolescent feet
you do not notice me.
Bounding beyond your working week
you do not notice me.

Through shadowy depths and sparkling heights
you do not notice me.
Where people play and fly their kites
you do not notice me.

Around right angle bends, that trouble sends
you do not notice me.
Meandering past midlife, towards my journeys end
you do not notice me.

Slowing down now, no longer flete afoot 
you do not notice me.
Bye swan and drake and even boat
you do not notice me.

I’ve reached my voiced desire at last
you do not notice me.
On golden sand I retire my past
you do not notice me. 

From source to mouth I am as one
you do not notice me.
Out to sea where my life doth come
you do not notice me.

Finally I am gone and you have none
you notice me.
Dry riverbed, no more fun
you notice me.

Enlightenment comes all too late
you notice me.
Resigning yourself to your chosen fate
you notice me.

Now you care and stop and stare 
you notice me.
Busy life gone, resources scarce
you notice me.

No drink, no wash, no fish, no dove
you notice me.
No growth, no dosh, no life, no love
you notice me.

Oh to start again from the beginning
to be with me.
Never again shall you neglect our twinning
to be with me.

One drop of emotion is all that is needed
to be with me. 
Back at the heart where our lifeblood is seeded
to be with me.

What to do for a second chance
to be with me.
No end of turns at river dance
to be with me.

Scratching your head for life’s true meaning
to be with me.
When all life looks spent, it starts raining
you’re with me.

By Simon Blackler
Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020

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