By The River

I sat by the river
for a spell today
with thoughts as new
as yesterday.
Spent some time
in a book
'til coarse granite sand
called me to look
at suns' reflection
on a well-ground bit
of yellow glass
i thought should fit
so neatly, on a window sill
to remind of trials
that ground me well
removing guiles -
it was a spell come over me.
I've left it there
to find again
or for perhaps
an unmet friend
with greater need
of comforts there
where grass meets sand
and the river's care
can bathe them too.
There's enough to share.