The river I am.
I fall in love with the next creative thing,
and there I stay for a while (but not forever.)
When I create, I flow, I cannot be boxed.
I am sometimes a writer. Sometimes a musician. Sometimes a painter. Sometimes a poet.
But I am never just one thing, not for too long.
I am the river I am.
Always drifting, always changing.
Not neat and tidy (how hard it is for them to understand.)
Just the river I am the river I am.
The river I am.

2 replies on “The River I Am”
oh, I love this … each of us a river
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Yes! ☀️Such a beautiful thought, isn’t it. That life might be as simple as just letting ourselves flow. 💞
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