She Sees Me

As I waded down the river, I saw it in the distance. A land both promised and foretold By a sage, sinner, a saint, a synecdoche, and a soliloquy but in my hubris, I pricked myself Just a little thing, no more than a trickle A trifle when the prize seemed so close I never noticed the thorns, Just one prick more, I reasoned, and soon the river was more me than it and myself was lost under her gaze and she watched She saw me Her peace Was all I Kn