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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