There is a great river
Where it begins and where it goes
Nobody Knows

Everyone floats down it, each steadfast in a little handmade boat
At first it handles roughly, the task is arduous and fickle
And It can be demanding just to stay afloat
A battle against every ripple

The hull heaves as the water pulls to and fro
And Cracks in the hull give way to the flow
Water down below,
Simply demands to be let go

Sometimes vast boulders of earth and rock fall
Down Down into the water they go
Shaping the current, and curbing its flow
Sometimes imperceptibly so

On foggy days the water is strange and unpredictable
The river is hidden
Stones and Divisions emerge
And vanish as visions and realities diverge

Now I’m pulled along
Some days I wish the water was faster
Others slower

I’ll fashion a sail to catch
That gentle wind who holds the grass
Guides the little things
And sways the giants

Points of light dance in the sky,
Playthings in the hues of night
Shine against the fading of the light

Its then in that quiet hour
When the heart turns sour
And the hungry devour
Those who are lost with nothing left to admire

It’s there in those flicks of yellow and the rare green flash
There in the bridge of future and past
I’ve left my heart
I’ll return to it someday

For now I’ll keep my head locked up above
As I’m pulled along
Ever steadfast
Towards that beautiful destination