CasSandra Calin
I am still moving
I'm bound in on either side
I have debris running through my veins
Sometimes slow, sometimes stuttering
But I am still moving
Twigs, branches, logs, whole tree trunks
Create an obstacle course
A series of hoops for me to jump through
Or over or around
But I am still moving
The clarity of my waters has been lost
I have taken on the colors
Of rocks, of rust, of mud
I cannot be seen through or into
But I am still moving
Once I've climbed the steepness
Of a boulder in my way
I tumble over its edge
Moving even faster now
I remember footprints
Of those who've stepped into my depths
I sing the hollow song
Of loss giving way to hope breeding growth
When I am strong
I overtake boulders and whole tree trunks
When my tides are low
I am still moving
I'm bound in on either side
I have debris running through my veins
Sometimes slow, sometimes stuttering
But I am still moving
Twigs, branches, logs, whole tree trunks
Create an obstacle course
A series of hoops for me to jump through
Or over or around
But I am still moving
The clarity of my waters has been lost
I have taken on the colors
Of rocks, of rust, of mud
I cannot be seen through or into
But I am still moving
Once I've climbed the steepness
Of a boulder in my way
I tumble over its edge
Moving even faster now
I remember footprints
Of those who've stepped into my depths
I sing the hollow song
Of loss giving way to hope breeding growth
When I am strong
I overtake boulders and whole tree trunks
When my tides are low
I am still moving