Gifted River

There's the way the river bends and twists at its ends.

It slows to suit the shore,

scattered rocks,

gypsy driftwood.

Soft at its edge,

the river lends itself to guests--

depends upon the life within, finding sustenance,

to itself, be sustained.

Like the wayward traveler,

standing still,

basking in the muffled warmth of a cloud-covered sun,

gifted the river by Mother Nature

to sustain his spirit.

The gift of the river,

for the gifted

and the giver.

-Jayme