water is life
as we sail along a river
generally aware of where we’re headed
when a thunderstorm suddenly hits tosses us around
maybe overboard if fate deems us rescuable
we climb back behind the wheel and notice
the course of the waterway has changed
the current cutting a different direction
a newly carved channel
so we adjust our bearing
with a fresh perspective on a
promising horizon a distinctive sunset
and that spun-around blanket of stars
that cocks and turns our curiosity at night
and that same old moon
who draws us close at night
and whispers a new heading