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Bounded

Except for the fact
that nothing ever changes
the world would be
unrecognizable you can tell

by the way the leaves
are appearing now on the branches
and the river streams by
as if there were no such thing

as a straight line
there must be a way to reach
the small island with grass
in the middle of the river

whether by rock or branch
someone must have stepped
before upon the shore unshored
though uninhabited obviously

once it was attached to land
then somehow split apart
and now it waits patiently
for reunion or relief

the way the light reflects
upon and off the water
and passes the little island by
still searching for its home

the leaves the light
the water the island
will never find
its own way back

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher