he waits at the bank
his hands on the dry dirt
she flows by him
in a river that jumps
and changes often
uncertain of her course
he reaches for her hand
for he is rooted in the ground
and she has never seen roots before
as she had always traveled
but only with the water
her ever changing ways interested him
her lack of plans made him question his
she found his steady hand calming
and in his touch she found
that even her waters so unpredictable
could be calmed even for a second