Ice appeared on the river’s banks today, and
On the tops of rocks in the current,
Changing the course of the world, from
That which was, to
That which now is, the
Chaos of ripples shimmering then disappearing
At the whim of cold passing clouds
In the shallow morning sun.
The river taught him years ago that
Destiny is shaped by innumerable complexities,
Owing nothing to precedence or righteousness, and
Takes all routes to the same end, simultaneously.
If you stop thinking for a moment, and
Truly observe and listen,
Nature will teach you what it means to be human,
Allowing you to levitate just above the ground,
For a while.