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.