The impetus
                 Of being
Always on the run
               Through pinwheel eyes
                      Those standing by
              The mystic roadway :    River
Blues yet to be brushed
                   Or in blush
                           from Evenings’ chill / breathing
Canvas
Like windows we
                               dreaming / felt /
All mindful
And chock full O'
                           Wonder
Then ponder
                   Yonder—"window breaks"
                   Past the wilderness' sleep
Bone-heavy wood
                          Umber earth
                          Past whoosh and rush of liquid
Folding on itself like a soundtrack
      Listen now
      Pedestrian be
Mindful of the cautionary whales
                                                   Old Ahab’s yell
                                  Obsessions
                          Fears
                                   Or loathing.
If one is drowning in one's sleep
Look wildly
                  widely
                              Blithely
                                    Down river  
Or up there beyond finger's point
                               Sidewinder-snake-journeys
Until sky and below it
All meet

The distance
                   Now only a line
                   Coalescing what is beyond
Our ability to see
Far and away
      Evanescent
             Effervescent
                     Ever after      
                             River. / Life.

Here we are / being / proud
       Free-Spirit-Fluent
                         With the rapid rivers, loud—
                                                Always on the run...
The Current like a child's curiosity,
How goes it then?
                   When or why
                                       does it end ?
Where do we go?
                    
Like most things beyond existing,
                           Will be lead to the high art /
Love’s deep oceans…(Night’s dots of stars)
          
We wish often and forget to seek
                minding
                               the sublimations/
                                                          driftw­ood.
So, Let’s then
Begin with a dot . a speck of dusk
                            or bursts of sunrise
                                                         ­  Dark, starry skylines
pieces to mastering
                             Raging fragility of waters’
(Unctuous undulations)
                                    Folding itself in volumes
Or falling from on high
                                  A droplet cry !

Then flash of lightning! (crash or bloom)
From the heavens
                            like electric rivers
So brilliantly
                   Festoons...

Where do we go
                With those under toes
      There and here / underfoot /
                              Over north / southern sleep
                                          or to Oceans’ twilight deeps?
Go wrapped or map-less Or no,
    Up
         Way
               Up yonder
     There Up there
                            Everywhere
                            All without fear...

My heart like the river yearns
             To go toward the sun
                       A flow / afloat
                 the beating drum
Always on the run
And
        Yet
             Still
                    Here.