He is a river.
A storm of wrathful
waters, leaving no
survivors, but peaceful
all the same – a serene
melody. He’s tough upon
all crossing his path, but smooths
rough edges of the place-
bound barriers.

I am a rock. Settled,
sturdy and strong. I’ll fight
your raging waters – and let you
smooth my surface
(but I will not be moved).
Continue along your wayward
path. We both learn.

Me, from the lesson.
You, from the fight.
He is the river.
I am the rock.