In a river town, we, too, are
carried by the currents,
strong currents coursing to the
sea, wending their way
from the mountains through inland
towns, great fields,
and large tracts of forests perhaps
uninhabited,
perhaps unexplored, an expanse of
fir and pine
and oak and elm, birch and poplar,
green to gold,
to rejoin the oceans, vast and powerful,
a great unknown,
a destination fated somehow,
inescapable, a joining,
a resting place we seek to return
to,
and we, in a river town, are
called, pulled
by the currents of that river
running through us,
currents carrying us to the sea,
currents carrying us home.
