From Where I Sit

From Where I Sit

Stephen J. Kennedy

Flecks of foam like
pillow feathers ride the
onyx surface of the river, sliding
silently between two firmly rooted
banks, proving the water’s flow as left
to right (from where I sit). And yet,

I’ve seen the rising sun summon
a wind to make the water’s surface
dance with waves that trick the
eye to see—contrary to current
conditions—the flow as right
to left (from where I sit). And yet,

I know, if I were
sitting on the other
side, I’d see things
differently. And so,

I wonder, how wise is it
to concede to right and left the
power to define what I
think I see when looking
only at the surface?

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Stephen J. Kennedy
Poet & Editor

Stephen is a writer and editor living in Peterborough, Ontario.

Photography by Marko Aim