Flowing

life flows like wind
gentle breezes soothe
calming our exteriors
we are relentless
in what we see and hear
fish and fowl
screaming deliberately
at our efforts
mocking our happiness
and our attempts
but we flow anyway
and endlessly
as creeks pursue their origins
and trees roots dig deep
into a mountain side
of rocks and sand;
and we,
are brushed away
like dust from a coffee table
with each weekly cleaning
and still we flow
endlessly
like the wind
riding currents
like new songs played
over and over
until memorized,
never resting
even when the wind ceases
it deliberations
and we fall to the ground,
collect our bearings
and wait...
but not as long as Godot
when off again we are
and high rising
eternal
as if our death mean more
that the life our
death had resisted.

15Apr15