D r i f t i n g
By Janaia McQuaig
c2008
The waters run
The rivers flow to become one
I follow the stream
Run, run, climb
Until, caught in a pool,
A fallen branch
It waits for the rush to force it along
I wait
In the calmness I see my reflection
I wait,
Though the water continues to flow
The branch is drawn in
It floats again
Too fast...
I am not ready!
The stream calms
Stillness embarks
Watching, quiet
Listening, seeking
For now I am safe
I start to build
When it rains I will be ready
For now I enjoy the drought
We can't go back, only forward
How long can I stay?
Others pass by,
Some gather and share
When they leave I offer a promising farewell
Although they may not yet know,
A part of me they take with them
I need to let go before freedom can reign
As pieces release, moral fibres build
Farewell!
Good b.....
We will meet again,
I know this in my heart
When I see you on the waters edge,
I will linger,
Together we will drift
The clouds are forming
As promised, the rain will fall
I am ready to sail
I will wait no more...
jj
