When you rush to the river, what do you see?
Muddy water grinding boulders to grit,
Or dark green waves under the bridge?
Do you see dead fish rising from the depth,
Or the turbulence from the side of a dam?
Is it white and emerald and open?
Is it brown-black and gliding over a tree?
Does it swirl or meander past you,
Thinking of hot days and swing ropes?
Does it carry the weight of rocks and dirt?
Whatever we visualize, the river is the same;
It keeps moving to the oceans, carrying
Its wet and exquisite cargo to merge at the end.
© 2017 Valerie Hathaway