A river flows through this fold of life,
sometimes too turbulent,
occasionally too still
even for older established streams
with sluggish circulation currency
nearly to our shore of oceanic
sea’s streaming into one surfing surface
tidal stream,
our great river of rivers
flowing and surfing out and up
and back and forth
surging and slugging
stressing and struggling
with our undertow
need to flow
back home again,
to when this river’s story began
to flow through this unfolding life.