David Pekrul

Riding The River (The Commute)



Posted: Sunday, June 21, 2009

by David Pekrul

I ride the river daily,
a slow moving and congested stream. Every ship on that river has a destination,
each anxious to be there,
but the river moves slowly,
without concern,
not caring.

And the river becomes a parking lot,
nothing moving,
and the ships wait and wait and wait.

The captains listen to their radios,
talk on their cell phones,
tap anxiously on their steering wheels,
but nothing moves, or barely.

Their offices wait for them;
their secretaries wait for them,
but the captains sit in traffic,
helpless,
and at the mercy of the river.

Finally the ships start to move,
and the river becomes a highway once again.

Traffic speeds by,
appointments are kept,
and life is back on track.

Tomorrow I will ride that river again.

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David Pekrul was born in New Westminster, B. C. Canada.

He wrote his first poem in February, 2004, as an Anniversary card for his wife, Linda. Being rather pleased by the results of his first attempt, he wrote a second one, then another and another. He soon realized that he was in love with words.

The pictures that his words paint may not always be pretty, but they are pictures worth viewing, for he writes about the world around him, whether they be things good, bad or otherwise. He also writes about family, nature, God and faith.

His first poetry book, "Parts Of The Sum Volume One" has just been published and can be found at http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3145051

David makes his home in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies with his wife Linda and spoiled pup, Tiki.

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