*I feel like river water.
And I don’t belong to stagnancy,
yet I’m caught in a lake.

•••

*I’m destined
to move silt and sediment.
And overturn
submerged pebbles
so they won’t see
the green of moss.

I’m meant to surge
and eat into banks
so I could be split -
to make more of me...

My reach would extend
far and wide -
like scraggly fingers
grabbing at the
face of the earth.

My energy channelling
through careless forks
and into slimmer branches.*

•••

My soul is river water....
And my heart renounces
the throne to idleness.

Yet I am,
but a lake.*