EL RIO

EL RIO (July 2018)

We lose touch,

Not purposely.

It's just life..

A river that runs wild..

and forever!

Maybe..

But maybe not..still,

That river goes,

It flows..

While life has endings..

Stops,

Derailments,

Laughter,

Joy and..

Fears! It has..

Celebrations,

Lamentations,

Tears..

That come quicker than we care.

We walk the shoreline,

Looking for..

What? Exactly?

Some of us find..

Rocks..

Some diamonds..

Some gold...

Some..well, really it's what your heart sees, isn't it?

And the river doesn't stop,

It goes,

It doesn't wait,

It flows..

Meanders like our minds..

From embankment to embankment..

As if in search,

Digging,

And we lose touch,

Lose our footing in the depths of the river,

The depths of life..

As we travel this linear time,

So far down its flow,

So now..

We look..

For our roots,

Uprooted!

For the lost..

Touch..

of..

Innocence.