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.
