Caught up in the urging undertow swimming against the stream's surging swell awash in swirling back eddies succumbing to natural undercurrents relentless ebb and flow
we are not helpless to swim against the leavening tide lest we be breathlessly swept away when spring melts the winter solitude the creeks do sing of rise and fall
yearningly drawn by a deep well of gravity as high fountain snow-melt waters mingle, steal away on the rise; migrate unrestrained runoff rolling unturned stones against the wind to the sea's abiding drum
oh river rouse from deafening silent winter slumber oceans beckon to the confluence swell, where all great journeying rivers diverge in perpetuity; meld where the tide water’s restlessly lie absorbed, unsung, infused unto - - ever rolling currents roil
it's not the weight of gravity carried nor the distance coursing burden's thorn a faith in believing in this journey's unknown destiny, how the shouldered load is borne
I was lost, alone in life's raging river; in the river I did not drown ...