A river

There’s a river somewhere innocent and naïve

and devoid of deception and lies

that needs for its future life

to avoid the tumultuous sea

and make of its resting place

a pool of tranquillity.

And so it set off with kindness and grace

over unchartered territory

determined to reach its goal

before the cessation of rain.

Then came the advent of climate change

and the river was forced to be still

and in the silence it retreated inward

to try and discern the truth.

Many months later the rain came down

and the river once again on the move

and although the truth none too clear

it proceeded with all hopefulness.

It travelled on unmindful of

its last long and lonely retreat

and life was good being there in the flow

until the channel that contained all thought

broadened out into new perspectives.

The river cried day in and day out

in hopes that its tears would move it outward

and they did, you know, and there in that place

of new and different perspectives

the river finally found

its pool of tranquillity!