The river leaves
Not knowing where it is going
Or how it will get there.
It runs
Blind-folded, bluffing
Over sticks and stones
Then arrives
The moment it leaves
Having learned nothing

Photograph credit: Joe Nabbefeld
The river leaves
Not knowing where it is going
Or how it will get there.
It runs
Blind-folded, bluffing
Over sticks and stones
Then arrives
The moment it leaves
Having learned nothing

Photograph credit: Joe Nabbefeld