THE CHANNEL

Once I rushed like a mountain torrent through any stream bed I could
Shear
While my current churned boulders, speeding along in full spring flood.
But now my waterfall rhythm has slowed
And I’m less intent on leaving grooves and furrows in my frothy wake.
When was it that I moved into this meadow phase and the journey
Became as much an end in itself as the end?
I stare high up toward the jagged peak where I think I began
But my view is blocked by the weeds and wild flowers I’ve nourished
That reach high above my mist and claim the light as their own,
Their roots grown so strong they tentacle the bank together.
Did I shape my path and carve this curving channel, or did it carve me?
I only know this earth is my home and I’ll meander here yet a while.

THE CHANNEL

Willace

Tarzana, United States

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A meditation on aging

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