Born For This
I’m born a stream with winter’s thaw.
On swiftness from steep slopes I draw.
Beneath the sun, I gather steam.
With winter’s thaw, I’m born a stream.
I warmer grow as on I run.
I gather steam beneath the sun.
With river kin I’ll likely flow.
As on I run, I warmer grow.
I may grow wide; I may grow thin.
I’ll likely flow with river kin.
Bound for the south, I onward glide.
I may grow thin; I may grow wide.
A frothy kiss I’ll give sea’s mouth.
I onward glide, bound for the south
toward oneness – I was born for this:
I’ll give sea’s mouth a frothy kiss.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2025
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