Max Reif’s most recent poem to appear here was “The Impermanence of Spring” (May 2017)
All Of Me
By Max Reif
Sometimes rushing
ecstatic through highlands,
sometimes flowing lazy
past a swamp.
Sometimes clear
and sometimes muddy.
Sometimes wide and full,
sometimes nearly dry.
Sometimes longing,
far, far from the sea.
Sometimes thrilled
by a sudden
scent of salt air.
I am never a single point
in time and space,
I am a river:
always at my source and destination
and everywhere in between
Great metaphor!