River Town

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.