Poetry Breakfast

Geography
A poem by Marietta Calvanico

Geography

A long time ago, the river was yours
I had better conversations with the ocean
The tide pulling out, taking my questions away
Undulating back (be peaceful, be peaceful)

Now, I sit up in bed, and the river says Good Morning!
Sometimes sparkling with early sun, sometimes mossy green
Every day on the river is different
I am trying to learn its ways

The river whispers to me:
Say her name or not, it’s okay, I’ve carried it away
You can’t step into the same river twice—
There is no trace of her here

This river doesn’t call your name—
The current runs strong today
It sings my world
And I celebrate

About the Author:

Marietta Calvanico has lived a rich and varied life. She built a career in advertising/marketing, worked with her architect husband, raised a daughter who is a teacher, and played bass in dive bars. She has shared her homes with many cats. Her poetry, fiction and memoir pieces have appeared on line and in print.

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