The river winds, long and slow,
To the precariously lonesome sea.
Vast in silence with wicked abandon –
No fear of consequence falling after rain
With a splash too finite to matter.
With the twists and timely turns,
Of an untamed river destined to reach salinity,
Each once of water anticipates fateful change –
Massive, matching only the rumored presence
Belonging to its new residence around the bend.
But every brackish droplet – worn and wise –
Amongst the angry sea’s fresh new entrants,
Can sullenly promise a sedentary life at sea
To the youth searching for big and better
In a still sea, as time ripples on down the river.