As a young boy—
walking barefoot
across a river,
I’d stand in the middle
anticipating
the unknowns
flowing down
Branches,
twigs
and leaves
would drift
into my hands—
often nothing
but the endless
flow of water
Feet treading
on the hard rocks
and soft sand
beneath the
cold water
would make my heart
pound faster
I’d see fish swimming—
they were fast and
slippery for my hands
as I tried to catch them
Walking in
knee-deep water—
sometimes with
sometimes against
the flow,
I’d end up sitting
on a huge rock
with my feet
resting in the currents
that gently
caressed them
I would wonder
where the water
ended up
When I knew the river
would eventually
join the ocean,
I wanted to
flow with it
and dissolve
into the ocean