Stream of Consciousness
Flowing, flowing, always forward 'til the land turns up before me, then off I bounce and swirl and flare. Forward now at an angle, forward but I’ve lost the parallel, lost my banks, ‘til gravity grabs me, takes my mass and points me back down there.
Downstream now, the rocks appear, and oh the rush, the rush! Here the rocks, never moving, yet spearing constantly toward the sky. To each successive surge of water, stone presents a new encounter, as my waters swell with rain or dwindle down to dry.
Smoothly, I glide o'er their humps, under the surface. Part my flows around their protrusions, at that threshold where it all bubbles up as I splash and I leap and let myself mingle, ever so briefly, with the air.
And in this amorous interaction, we three lovers carry each other, shape each other, shifting our paths and changing our futures, some for now and some forever – the earth, the air and I.