The River


The river is high

And the current is strong

I am powerless

So must drift along


A journey unseen

A destination unknown

But it feels like the water

Is carrying me home


A walk down the river this morning provided the photos and the inspiration for the poem.  We had a lot of rain here yesterday, raising the level of the river.  As I stood and watched the water flowing by, the current quicker and stronger than usual, many a-large branch passed me by.  There was something quite calming about standing there and watching the water…and my mind felt a great deal more peaceful after it too 🙂


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