JOSH STRIGLE
OCKLAWAHA AFTERNOON
In a land of rivers
Some are special
Don’t fit the mold
Go against the grain
In a land of swamps
Some run deeper
Don’t open wide
Flow a little faster
In a land of springs
Some stay cloudy
Don’t draw attention
Keep a little mystery
Among old friends
Some sit back
Don’t demand the lead
Stay the course
And so it goes with you
Always steady
Winding unassuming
‘Round tomorrow’s bend
But you must flow north
To carve another turn
Flow on past me
Standing on the bend
I turn to walk away
Pause to bid farewell
Perhaps we’ll meet again
Another Ocklawaha afternoon