Currents run deep,
then swiftly
over fallen trees,
moss covered, buried in silt,
and those large rocks,
that make the surface ripple.
Some things there are
that just don’t move –
loves we hold so dear
we’d run our river dry
to keep them;
and what is given to us,
dropped in
to sink down, stay there
till we decide to make the best of it,
rippling when we can;
or else?
Can we carve a channel
change direction?
Water flows where
it is easiest, that we know,
but water can, over time,
undermine that rock
and move it,
our of the way,
then flow more swiftly
where it wants to go.


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