roaring river

How many times you’ve passed it
to you it being just a wall
what lies beyond the high rise
of bricks that’s yet to fall

birds and trees and leaves
and rocks beneath your feet
Must it be that simple?
Must it be that free?

So grows the roaring river
and steepens the path it hugs
in unison but separate
at each other they tug

We all see together
yet not together at all

As mossed rocks stand tightly
the waters rushing over them
they hold their ground so firmly
still curving with the bend