which shore

i used to wonder where i belonged

which shore sings to me

rugged cold or peaceful warmth

mirrored lake or flowing river

those bodies of water refresh my eyes

yet words are the waters of my soul

they flow through, in and around me

those words are near and far

they are recent and ancient

they are intoxicating and disturbing

they are sad, mad, funny and glad

i belong to them and they belong to me

my shore is the one that rocks with grace

my shore is the one that dances in the wind

©paul viel 2004