there is a cheerful ignorance
a chance meeting &
luck like gold that cannot be
mined or

a common atom

a dance

& stars that trick the
water with their

do not wash your wars in it
take your holy rituals to the
precious fountains built by your
agencies of fear

press your
wine from the fallout
& drink your
bitter victory

for yes

there is a river
a giving river that will
sing you safely

a river of

& free

where you can
& leave your casual sadness
walking sideways at the

meet me there
whoever you are
& we will agree to
swim it


S.A. GRIFFIN is a universe in sleep's clothing. He lives, loves and works inside the mother of reinvention.

5 responses to “There is a River”

  1. Lorna says:

    Lovely poetry.

  2. Judy Prince says:

    A calming, distilled, thoughtful, image-rich and metaphorical, flowing poem, S.A.

    Thank you.

  3. Preach, brother, preach. So glad to have you in the fold. And so glad to be able to share your work with others. To you and Elsie the Poetry Bomb, onward and upward into the sweet, sweet ether of the poetic beat supreme.

  4. Simon Smithson says:

    Ah! Beautiful, Mr. Griffin.

    It’s TNB, and works I’ve found here, that has made me totally re-establish my approach to taking the time to read poetry.

    Welcome aboard, sir.

  5. Carl D'Agostino says:

    At first you say take holy rituals to fountains because river is not place for that. But then we are invited to do just that. Help me here. I hope I could leave more than casual sadness at the shore. Can I be rebaptized in your river, emerging clean, free, unscarred and reborn?

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