A river runs through it,
the current swift with stories,
eroding the memories of
a land deep with footprints
of those who wandered
before and will wander again.
Reflections ripple,
twisting the sky above,
a palette of clouds and colors
melding in the cool embrace
of the water.
Fish dart, a flash of silver,
and in the distance,
birds gather,
carving arcs through the air
in a dance that ebbs and flows,
a reminder that life
is a stream everlasting.

• Lanford Wilson