Return

river. from a river.
borne of the cold mountain waters and brooks of vermont.
the rounded river rocks cradled me, and pushed my feet up from the bottom. my parents are rainstorms and snowclouds.

im not the same way twice.
i cannot be. you try to contain me and I wont stay. I'll evaporate up words or drain down. you cannot hold me.

you cannot harness me either. I move and thrust and do not make suitable as your friend.
I am sustaining. quenching. Ill cradle you in a raft as you float in my channels.

Stop my flow, and ill burst your dam. suck me dry and I'll kill off your crops. divert me, share me, and utilize me.

I flow through you. ill be your elixir. but ill have to return home.
I'll have to make my way out to the edge of the ocean. and be subducted in her faultlines. and soar upwards to the sky. back to where i'll break down hard stones to smooth river rock.
ill be working my way over edges.
being endless waterfalls.

I want the gravity to bring me right over the edge.
Pulls you down. Down. Air flying through me. Separating into a million bits. slamming, and misting, and splashing.
magnificent exit.

reappearing again. as flow in a canyon or valley.
forgeting for a moment that effortless exit downward.
you may find me the next time around.