the days of my long forms
are long gone as
i no longer think in rivers
that set my canoe afloat

i now think in the waves
that come and go
as i sit still on the shore
no matter the tides

but the depth of the sea
is far greater than the river
so why then does my continuity
evade me

is it because i stop
and listen to every
broken sand's life story

instead of passing by the
rocks on the waters
that swiftly smooth them?