The River of No Return

 

 

The River of No Return

For Phyllis and Ron

 

I sit outside and listen

To the song of the river of no return,

Watch the blue heron fish

From the sand bar

And when evening slowly descends

Watch deer make their cautious journey

For their nightly drink.

 

I let my thoughts wander

Back to the time of

The Lewis and Clark expedition

And think with sorrow

That Sacajawea lies

Somewhere

In an unmarked grave

Like so many who journeyed west.

Here in this place

It feels like

I have God’s arms around me.

 

Written in Salmon, Idaho, August 22,2913

By Karin Feuerstein