I am a River

September 23, 2020

I am a river.

               Languishing, leaping, winding, raging _ becoming.

                                                             Going at once somewhere and nowhere.

                                            Crashing into, and swallowing rocks along the way.

               At once being shaped by and shaping the world.

I am a river.

                At times meandering, at times rushing

                                            Beckoned by unexplored depths, dragged by distant waves.

                                           Called to gather by unseen oceans that can

  Only be felt in the current running deep under the surface. 

I am a river.

                Kissed by the morning breeze

                                                              Warmed in the summer sun. 

                                         Cooled by the midnight moon

                In love with the rebellious salmon, and growling grizzly preparing for winter.

I am a river.

               Do not be disappointed, my friend, when you return to me, 

                                                           To dip your feet, and say in your heart,

                                            “This river has changed since I visited last.”

                For as things are made smooth with time, others are made jagged, and still others are

Carried away

by the river.

David Eastman

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