Constant Undertows

Constant Undertows


The river is the spirited heart,

It flows it course ever changing.

It's pebbled banks of unconsuming calm lures one on, anticipating,
expecting the ride.

The peaceful trek to the journeys end.

Oh foolish one do not allow this restful calm to deceive!

Adventure speaks, wildly raging at the waters fall.
The frothing white, its churning roar of untamed passion that screams for more.
Over whelming is its resolve to never once be caged.

You cannot tame the spirited heart,
A foolish one might try.

The surface calm is but a cloak
To keep in check its constant undertow.

May 20, 2001