a streaming child
screamed a saving cry
to the river…
void of empathy—
chased by the wind’s push
and pull—
the river ran on…
the child jumped—
mimicking a fish—escaping
its bowl to be free….
judge not…
we swim
different waters
in this life:
some of us floating
up and down
in the river of love…
some of us just
sailing waters
to who knows where…
some of us drowning
in the river
of discontentment…