Flow

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

into

God