The river
The river
Runs rolls rumbles tumbles tosses
Yesterday it was just a creek
The rains have swelled it
This is why
The banks are so broad
The usual pebbly islands sunk
Redrawn rewritten redrafted
Underneath the water
Unseen
Beneath the roiling muck
The river rewrites itself
With every passing rain cloud
It changes who it is
It carries garbage further away
It carries new garbage in
It fills new puddles
To fill with new frogs
And new adventures
Because it chose
To flow where the water wants.
It allows life
To alter its bones.
It doesn’t resist.
It relaxes into chaos,
Falls in, falls out.
It dries to emptiness,
Floods to new paths.
It bends.
That is why
The river is forever.
Fresh Hell 
May we all be so strong, so flexible, so willing to carry what comes our way and send it off again in due time. We hold on, perhaps a bit much, un-river-like. Ah, the lessons around us every day.
Your imagery, word choice, cadence is outstanding as usual, Sarah. Thank you. Patricia
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Beautifully vivid imagery, Sarah! Another fantastic poem with a lovely uplifting message 😀 x
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Yaaay, thank you Tom!
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I liked it 🙂
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