Creative Space

Up River

Up River
I’m ghosted up river
the mine is shut down
the big and small nuggets
chucked off into town
standing knee deep
in an old cold stream
day light and star bright
all the same dream
Sifting and shaking
the old gold pan
got the gold fever
in the wrist and the hand
wading and washing
the heart and the ache
waiting and watching
for a little gold flake
@ 2am-ish