Sunlight on a River Rock

Go to your Anxieties often

Like one would go to a river,

Bent over the warm, muddy

First few inches to catch what glimmers –

Jasper or Serpentine,

Exposed now in your hand

For light to scrutinize – the wetness

Retracts, leaving behind a dull river rock

Like the redundant ones under your feet;

Find the seductive and you identify the fearful.

Each one makes you look, somehow.

What light can do is show you how ordinary

They both often are, so take comfort and

Make contact by reaching into the waters for

What frightens or mesmerizes you only to

Throw back the mucky rogues.

Go to your Anxieties by turning towards

Their glossy, mute cry for attention.