Lost In Your Delta

It's Complicated

Joe Váradi

Meandering, stirring up thrills

And stumbles of long ago,

Our evening chats ebb and flow

Depositing rich sediment

In the river bed below

I had purpose, I was destined —

The path was clear, so it seemed

Up ahead the ocean gleamed

Its briny infinite calling

“Rush to me and be redeemed...”

On your gentle curving banks are

Suddenly my waters thrust,

Into misty waves combust,

Siren songs and undercurrents

Teasing out my wanderlust

Tossed and whipped in twists and turns,

Churning whirlpools, vortices,

Drowning out my rambling peace,

Pent-up tension, stiff resistance,

Promises of sweet release

Once a mighty artery now

Splintered in a thousand veins

Zig-zagging through flooded plains

Lost in your entangled delta

Only stubborn hope remains

ABOUT THE WRITER:

Joe Varadi's work is fueled by love of language, wordplay, observational humor, a tongue-in-cheek look at the human condition.