I have to tell you about the river.
My constant companion.
This place lonely…
So far from my big city.
Your touch, like the river
Life changing with seasons.
Migration patterns.
Your attention, like the river.
Ebbing and flowing, delighting and exhausting
Flooding, rushing – bringing life.
Churning and murky. Unclear.
Poof!
No warning. Dried up.
Worry left in its absence.
Did you know you are life giving?
Did you know you are destruction?
Did you know?
Once I thought I could float.
I drown.