A River's FlowA Poem by Dee
Where the river laps and licks, Such eddies swirl at sloping banks That whisper of slow passage Through the valley of the years.
A man draws near, bidden by a call That seems a voice familiar, twinned, Though separate, both changing and unchanging, Like the river’s molecules in flow.
Bidden to the edge he kneels, To run fingers through the motion, Knowing time and matter fight to master form, And neither will be victor.
The river bends ahead and disappears, Into an unknown landscape eastward, And some day he will venture there. The river’s churn will take him.
Though what he’ll bring is yet to be defined. How many of his countless cells, Through phage will be replaced? All change, though that’s the least of it.
There is no strong force binding up a soul. There are no separable elements. And always, like the river’s wandering journey, A man can never rest still.
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