For Cindy

I am amazed
At this river’s current
Powerful volume,
Never ending,
Never running dry.
I might dip my hand in it
And feel the power and pressure
Of the water
Flowing down from the mountains,
Flowing through the continent,
Flowing on to the ocean,
Becoming ocean,
And then returning
As storm clouds,
Rain and snow on the mountains
And then stream and river again,
Carrying bits of the mountains
To the oceans.

I stand here
On the bank
In this flood plain,
Witnessing the power
That carries everything
Down stream,
Amazed and cautious.