Snags Poem by Bill Galvin

Floating gently on this stream,
Either wishing it was a dream,
Or hoping for one…
Then hidden underwater snags unseen,
Remind you that the living is not done.

But… I remember way back in ’72,
While walking a lonesome stretch of sand,
I wrote with an emboldened solitary brand:
“No need to look back;
I know the tracks I leave.”
Since then, I’ve learned to accept a hand,
Both earthly and heavenly;
And seen that I’ve shared a sweet Gift,
And lived it to the end;
And I’m able to look back…
I want to look back…
Not to turn the clock back,
But just to find that I found
What I’d been seeking.

Floating gently on this stream,
Either wishing it was a dream,
Or hoping for one…
Some hidden underwater snags unseen,
Remind you that the living is not done.

These snags, they will hold you in place,
To tell you there’s no need for to erase
Anything from the past…
Just stay awake in the today;
Look back onto good memory;
Look forward, when you get snag-free,
To whatever the Angels say.

There’s no need to urge the clock either way.

Living and loving was done,
Whether long or short, slow or fast;
This Stream moves you onward,
Whether wide or narrow,
Straight or winding, slow or fast…
Each and every day… yes…
For as long as this Gift may last.

8-14-2015