The River

a poem by Prabindh Sundareson

The river flows
As it nears
I sense a purpose
I see a direction
It holds no secrets
I know where it came from
I see where it goes
As it nears
It roars with a restless energy
Open to all

The frozen river
It stands
Suspended in space and in time.
Not sure where to go?
Where did it come from?
Where does it want to go?
Will it climb up the waterfall, defy gravity?
Pick itself back from the sea and
Tunnel back into its dripping source?
What secrets will it hold?

While standing still, waiting
For imagination to catch up