Time slips through the Hands
like Water,
free and continually flowing
This River, swimming swift Southward,
heeds no command but the One from the
Blanched Lips
of Mother Nature.
Mother's Mistress--Fate--harrows
the trunks of Trees
so that they
fall
across Time's bank into the Stream
Unstagnated, the River still rushes
past the dead wood
Further, Deeper
into the Forest,
seeking the Ocean and its Sweet Embrace
Where
All
Stops.