Mind

december 5, 2017

My mind is like a river
Swirling, frothing, plunging
Over rocks and rapids of emotion vs. objectivism
Pushing and playing with the wavering branches of ideas
Which are embedded in the pebbly sand below
Til it breaks free, tumbling in interpretations
Between two boulders, a leaf floats lazily in a circle
Repeating the path it has seen
Along the bend of memories, peat moss grows
Soft and forgiving
Light sparkles on the flicking droplets of curiosity
And the brook breaking off sings of hope downstream

A river is not what it was a month ago
The water flowing on its path
you may never meet again
Through years, course changes with ecosystical shifts
Yet the river is the same river
The one you can spend your summers in
Like the child in you once did
This river is home