There—
at the end of the river
a star shines brightly…
As the day breaks
it slowly disappears,
becomes meek
amongst the luminescent sun,
the boisterous clouds,
the daring gulls that make themselves known
flitting about loudly throughout the day
guided by some knowing, but perhaps…
they too don’t know
like us
perhaps they just float about
like us
until we all meet the river’s end.
Caia Rose 