Wednesday, January 31, 2007


One moment
dripping into the next
becomes a stream
becomes a torrent
becomes a river
long and wide.
I grab with clumsy hands at one drop
while three more slip past.
Where is the clear tumbling brook
that once was?
All I see is the cloudy relentless river
that is now.
Still we flow,
whether slow or fast.
Still we splash
whether with bright laughter and wide waves
or with low chuckles and gentle lapping.
Still we flow

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