There are so many rivers here
They form the land’s bloodstream
Connected and connecting
Cut through and scarred by
Careless roads and railways
Still, they pulse, washing outwards
Always surging into the heartbeat
Of the sea
Life begins with water
I am always awed to be a small part of the many cycles that pass around me
For more cycles, wet or otherwise, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
Cat Amesbury 