I study your light,

your ability to absorb and display

infinite shards of clarity.

I admire your abandon,

seeping into a damming nest of sunken roots,

adapting with ease to the sudden shore.

I meditate on your fluidity,

your facility to slow in admiration of the roughening rock

or surge through the glistening fissures

only to fall, fall, fall

towards a larger unknown body.

I follow you on sloping ground,

but only so far,

knowing with every agile shift

the river is waiting for you.


© 2015, Ellen Rowland




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