Along a rivers edge, I stroll-
silent whispers
as the turbulent currents flow by,
mimicking life in its beauty
And all that is past, present and future.
Its churning surface seen;
what is beneath, a hidden secret-
to be discovered and explored.
Still moving along,
present forever with us,
flotsam drifts along its winding path-
memories of past,
possibly long forgotten,
brought to the surface once again,
until they find a resting place
to call their own.
Alongside it’s path,
a children’s fairground-
a reminder of what once was:
little, unafraid and free.
Yes, she flows thru us,
with us,
the beauty within.
I see all of us within her grazes and folds;
I see myself in her-
a turbulent yet tranquil gift.