Where the water carries us, we will gladly go (a poem)

An annual rumination.

I resisted,
allowing doubt, and frustration
to hold sway.

Soft-spoken expressions
never spoke loudly enough to register.

I wouldn’t see
the complete picture.

(To this day, I see only the frame
and an outline or two.)

Because I don’t like the ocean,
I avoided dipping my feet into high tide.

The moon must have sensed
my displeasure;
despite the rising seas,
the tides have receded.

So now the beach is deserted.

But, somewhere,
the river is calling…

(6 April 2021)

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