I feel like river water.
And I don’t belong to stagnancy,
yet I’m caught in a lake.
•••
I’m destined
to move silt and sediment.
And overturn
submerged pebbles
so they won’t see
the green of moss.
I’m meant to surge
and eat into banks
so I could be split -
to make more of me...
My reach would extend
far and wide -
like scraggly fingers
grabbing at the
face of the earth.
My energy channelling
through careless forks
and into slimmer branches.
•••
My soul is river water....
And my heart renounces
the throne to idleness.
Yet I am,
but a lake.