The Journey Inward

It rushes along,
Fed by storms, fed by thaw,
Energized at a time
When it usually feels sluggish, fatigued,
Stagnant even.

It stumbles and gushes,
Grabbing bystanders and pulling them along as debris,
Sharing the thrill of speed,
Of exploration,
Of adventure.

It doesn't waver or stop to think,
It hasn't planned for this
Or even prepared.
Instead, it flows, certain in its uncertainty
That the destination will be exactly where the River needs to be.

Photo:  Clear Creek, Golden, CO. 6.26.23 by LA