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