The river

There are days when
life feels too heavy,
resisting and holding back
as you walk through a
river of thick cold honey.

The other side seems so
for away, and there is
frustration that you are not
moving near fast enough.

Then you are reminded
that it is you who stepped
into the river, knowing what
makes its thickened flow.

It is you who can stop
in the middle and look
around and taste its
sweetness, and recognise
this crossing is only once.