On the River's Edge
Writing is a river,
The headwaters
Springing from the well,
Bubbling up and out
Free-flowing
Falling and frothing white in the flux of development.
Writing is a river,
Tempered by the banks of time and distance, yet
Moving steadily, flowing in a forward restless direction
Bending and bowing
Coursing around or through obstacles
Detouring here,
Hovering briefly there,
Shifting,
Sliding,
Changing the landscape.
Writing is a river
Streaming into the flow
Of a wider, deeper channel
Sauntering and strolling,
Reposing in the estuary, pausing at the
Reflection pool before proceeding into the
Bigger, broader body and the
Completion of its natural course.
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