Look in the river
the water and its white foam.
Look at the riverbed
With its yellow rocks and dry grasses
And the river that is never going to flow again.
Look at the leaves in the trees that grow there
and the birds
that are just like us, hungry for bread.
You can't look at those birds any more
You can't look at your fingers any more because I am here.
You can't look where I am coming from any more.
I am here, and I am bigger than you, bigger than you think.
I am here, and I will always be bigger than you.
I will be larger than the sky, larger than you want me to be.
Please leave me alone.
About the Creator
John Welford
I am a retired librarian, having spent most of my career in academic and industrial libraries.
I write on a number of subjects and also write stories as a member of the "Hinckley Scribblers".
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