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