Rivers

I trust rivers. In that moment I know where they go. Though their banks may change, and the water within them is ever-different, and though the river itself may be gone at any other point in time, in that moment that I look upon a river or if that I am fortunate enough to step within it and sink my shoulders into its line, I know what it is that calms me. I know what it is that cools me. I know what it is that invigorates me. I know from where that energy came. I know from where that ease or presence came. And I know where it goes. It comes towards me and it moves beyond me. It is a moment. A river is the moment at hand. A river is a moment in my life. A river is a slice of time in my hand and under my feet and within my gaze. It is supremely there. I trust rivers.