I Am A River
I am a river, I move
Sometimes I have waves, I thrust!
Things fall into me
And sometimes I am done with things.
I am a river, I change
And am changed
Because that’s what rivers do.
Somewhere around here, I have a photo of the acequia madre, all dry and with the decaying concrete structures. One of the first photos I took. Unfortunately, I was a little slow on the uptake as to storing photos.