Everyday Poems

Will I drift on the current 

Of a hot summer day

Letting the slow flow 

Define my way

Under the willow

Steadfast and weeping 

The occasional trout

Rising then leaping 

Mottled dapper sun 

Breaking the shade

As the river meanders 

And the light fades

Or will the rapids

Move me at their will

Over rocks cleansed

By century’s swill

Urgently conveying me

to water still

Then leaving me

Corpse like

On a sandy hill

So is the power

Of life’s force

My journey set

By nature’s course

Taking me

To ocean end from

Mountain river source