Tributary

If rivers come out of their icy prison thus bright and immortal, shall not I too resume my spring life with joy and hope? - Thoreau

swirling

curling

glistening lotion

moonlight caresses the river

gently

gently

smoothly

rippling delicately

beams dancing 'pon occasional rising swells of current

on its way to somewhere

remembering nothing

carrying everything

as time closes in

with passion

i'm there

alone

with my swollen cross

floating

moving

traveling

going everywhere

knowing nothing

a mysterious abyss

waiting for a reciprocal kiss

always a near miss

in such a flowing life as this

Author's Note

"The life in us is like the water in the river. It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats. It was not always dry land where we dwell." - Thoreau