Ancient muscles of water form the
flow of rivers. Tumbling volume,
surface clear while the deep black is a
mystery of all things tangled.
River banks stone or sand. Grand glacial
monoliths sit submerged from sight.
Trees lean to the water, the source of
their roots. Heavy rains run the banks over.
The teeth of water bite into everything,
regarding no one.
The sun sits high today. No clouds.
The river runs calm.