I know this river, we've spoken before
Solaced by it's banks
Between highways and heartbreaks
Above a culvert, beside it's ever-changing shape
Years, months and days
Always the same and always new
Greeted by a different hue;
June's deep blue
August's green algae bloom,
October's grays and January's white renewed
In the spring air, the Red Winged Blackbirds, Robins, and Jays sing
The crickets jump, the sun dapples the trees, glowing reeds
This embankment, shoreline curve, rip-rap and parallel eroding banks
The planes taking off,
life moving on
All the transition
the learning, the letting go
We're told and sold beauty and money will bring happiness
(that ever elusive, fading moment)
A river quieting my soul,
that is my choice
