OF WIND, WAVE AND PERSISTENCE – YEWANDE AKINSE (Day 21 of KSR 31 Days of Poetry)

the river calls me into dialogue
often to live free and be whole again
scent like fresh fallen rain monologue
in a vast friendship with moon and tide plain
I go to the river to drown my pain
within its white fall, its shores and ember
for a moment I fail to remember
the untoward facets of existence
complete in ebb and flow as a member
of water, wind wave and of persistence