Rambling Along 25ish

I know this city.

I lived once by this river,

These waters; those sounds.

I slept in night so still,

Lulled by salty smell of far off ocean.

Waves washed ancient posts long abandoned

By the ghosts of ships that churned the depths.

At times I sat on this wall, by her side

And watched the lights on distant shore.

Too wide to swim, too strong to try.

Yet I walked among her low tides,

Searching for her secrets.

Today she is full

And they lay hidden.

Oh, by the way, i've been rambling ALL month - it's explained here.