I am water flowing down a river. I always flow.
As a rough stream, a small creek, then a river
I came down the mountains.
As a deep river, I should have continued on.

But then, I was struck.
Winter’s cold – unending unconsciousness – froze my motion.
But I am water and would not stop long.

Like the Niagara plummeting over its falls, my path changed.
Arriving at the foot of the fall, at first I was rough.
I was a child again flowing down the mountains.
But I am water and I flow on.

Where will I go? I do not know.
But the constant flow has revealed this:

Water’s flow will not stop.
Cold may freeze its surface,
Rocks may get in its way,
Humans may divert it,
But water will flow.

And through it all, vision helped me navigate the river.
This vision is not a picture of what should be,
It is the ability to see the landscape change as the river runs on.
With vision, I celebrate the continuous flow of the waters of life.