Where the Water Flows

I go where the water flows

Sometimes endless white rapids, breaking

Me bit by bit

And sometimes a thundering waterfall, breaking

Me all at once

Sometimes there are large moonlit pools, so

Very still and so very clear

You might see the golden sand glinting

Right at the very bottom

Sometimes the water is cold and brackish

Waves upon the shore in a bay formed

Long ago, age old rock

Worn smooth by her relentlessness, eaten away

Sometimes there are fountains and springs

Of fresh cool ice-water, straight

From majestic glaciers, hidden in valleys far away

Sometimes the waves flow true and bold under

A hot afternoon sun, neither friend nor foe

But a whole world just unto themselves

Sometimes there are storms and whirlpools

And great things arise from the deeps, to speak

Certain words and send certain songs into the light

Of day, into the world of air and skies beyond

But that is a different story for a different day

I go where the water flows

And no one ever stood in the same river twice.

 

Image: Starry Night Over the Rhone, Vincent Van Gogh

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