I Dine With the River

i was dining with the river that took my life then gave it back it called me to its mistaken gentle waves. Never did i know a river could be wise so that it could spot me a thief without eyes. Wether it was the too good to be true grin the missing teeth or the torn ratty clothes the river temped me with a golden watch lying in the river bed. LIke a cat catching a mouse i pounced and the river pounced back. With the might of a god its full force came crash and thrashing at me. I was a match for stealing golden trinkets and strange diamonds but no match for a rivers might. It was feeding off my oxygen and i knew only in death then would it go away and before i did leave the river said silly boy to think you were the biggest thieve. Then there was nothing i was gone. At least it felt that way like i was passing away. There was nothing. Or was there was that a bird i heard. Dirt i felt under my skin. fresh air. Oh how beautiful fresh air was. Everything was as it should be. And me later i would dine with the river that took my life and gave it back a changed boy forever