Unstoppable: A Poem by Bill Reyer


“Life is its own mirage of change.”

T’ao Ch’ien

Nearby the North-Flowing River


the color of coffee-with-milk,

high in the late-winter


The warm south wind

ruffles the waves,

urging them onward

toward the Great fatigued Lake.

River-rocks await

Sandusky’s ebb

to welcome back

the herons

who fish when shallow pools

glimmer with prey.

Unstoppable the surging flow

of seasons,

the beautiful illusion

we call time.