I’m standing in the middle of this river.
The water pulls along my hemline,
Wraps around my ankles,
And hides my feet.
The stream bids me to follow along
And babbles a new, mysterious song.
I know I must walk further into this shadowy water,
That I must wade into a future still unknown and unplanned,
A future too deep and distant to believe it was foretold.
Because I have no choice,
I follow this stream further in- I begin to swim-
And I pretend this future is what I always wanted,
That I’d choose to wade into this river again.
But the truth is, I had planned to stay dry.
I thought I had built a bridge to let me bypass this place.
Life often doesn’t turn out the way we planned.
Endings aren’t always peaceful.
And sometimes envisioned beginnings are buried in the sand.
I don’t know where this river ends,
But I am swimming with this current.
I still have hope for what I’ll find
Around the next, unexpected bend.
–Written by Sandy Heights