Poem: River Walking

River Walking

Sitting
on a rock
in the river,
water
splashing
swiftly dancing,
currents
wild
and laughing
at the folly
of
worry and pain,
the illusion
that forever is real.

The river
knows the truth,
that all
is movement,
currents,
of the moment, and the next
dancing
to a sea beyond our vision,
warm to the sun,
cold
to the touch,
and
that to remain still
is to die.

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The picture was taken on the James River, just below my sister's home, where I went Riverwalking yesterday. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom