Sitting by a river
and watching it flow.

My mind, I think,
my life from source
to its end,
out, out to a
lake or sea.

And there are times of drought
and flood, from trickle to excess.

The sun shines still, sparkling
on the water deep, dark and blue.

The sun shines on me,
and I am content.

 

15/1/2024