Monday, December 12, 2016

Children of the Easter Isle


Simple to follow the course,
Stay within guidelines
Become one of many
Who flow in the river

Go into the sea
Overlook
where the river has many times before
Taken me

Easy to go back
The bumps and tears
The known enemy, channelled
Familiar terrain

But water has many duties to take
Untread paths to weather with grace

Unknown
Forest friends
To dance with
And to die for

Was it ever meant for just the Sea?
Should none ever defy gravity?
To give life, air, or purpose?
To be silent, still and tall,
Or crash when called for?
We don't need trees?