Tomorrow is the river
of no certainty;
of that I am sure.
Its creeks and streams
in wandering and change,
flowing
with the seasons;
and I will go down
to the water
and ask with a smile:
where to now?
I will step out and wade
in that gelid water,
and let it take me
where it will,
for I can no more
tame its power
than a seared leaf
caught in
the flowing awesome blue.
12/10/2015