flowing, ever flowing
a rash-rapids
a roiling rage of falls-
the slow crawl over a delta;
even the ever stoic ocean
has her tides
her lows, her highs
all in succession,
and such is time
as the two were born at the hip
as one
force we feel upon our lives
we ride,
for what other choice do we have
or drown
but simply one day
there is that – or drought.

notes… water… the lifeblood of life, able to carry and destroy… and we see all sorts on our little short carousel ride here…

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