Creek Drawn
We are drawn by the Creeks They shape us like sediments Carry us like Falling Leaves Near the banks that house our tents We meet here; are Drawn together The arcs of our lives converging Neon lights hooked our minds Hearts lead through the purging You don’t see us Our Faces shimmer the familiar Lost in the Age of Progress Silver linings - surreal Blur Figures outlined by the Flow Refining the Inner Domain Thing most sought yet oft ignored Names but Words - Truth we obtain We are Drawn; You as well Formed like ripples becoming still Wanderers of the current Path thus Drawn - our Will
