I don’t know how to handle this.
So I’ll drive.
I’ll realize I’m driving to his place.
And I’ll stop myself from making that turn.
I’ll go to the river instead.
Because it’s moving,
And it won’t stop moving.
It doesn’t know where it’s going,
But that doesn’t hinder it.
I don’t know where it’s going,
But it’s still beautiful.
Because there is life there.
And there has been death there.
But it’s still moving.
Back and forth,
With twists and turns,
Whirls and winds,
Highs and lows.
It’s still moving.
So I’ll sit on a rock,
And I’ll watch it move.
And I’ll look around at all of the people,
All the life,
All the trees,
All the plants,
All the creatures,
And I’ll know that I can keep moving too.
