a river doesn’t practice how to flow
it lets go

from the instant it was born
and falls into the arms
of its bed

its being wells up
against what you or I would call
an obstacle
and melts around it

if you think
you are dammed up, well
ask your breath
for a word
of advice

~

a lover passes easy hours
on the simple tasks of living
but cannot bear a second
of her beloved’s voice
outside the door
her dam is burst
and river runs
to meet the ocean

the long journey tolerated
until the end is in sight

then heart outruns gravity

~

I thought I woke for nothing
but I woke for you

I heard a voice
and rushed to the door
and flooded my house

papers, books and dishes
everything that could float
and wasn’t nailed down
was carried away
suddenly
I had room
for visitors

~

the river must also know
when it is near the sea
and hurry

“Mystic River” by Hengki Koetjoro @ DeviantArt.com