The River Runs

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

img_2342Life 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.


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