Rocks, roots, water and leaves

All stopped by for a while

Here in a dry bed sycamore creek

Some will be gone tomorrow

 

Rocks, roots, water and time

Live and scrape at different speeds

Time is steady

Rocks resist

Water and leaves keep changing places

 

People and fish

and cattle and squirrels

Each gets just a taste of the world

Every river and snowflake and city

Loaded with meaning and motion and hope

 

I’ve got my spot, you’ve got yours

Never far from a watery shore

Join in the flow, it’s the best we can do

You don’t have to do it alone