Like A River by Sam Flot

Like A River

By Sam Flot

I wish I could flow

Like a river runs

Without stopping drips

Without dropping hints

About phrases long caught in stasis

Left to conclude with no basis

To form a foundation

No ground to indicate

Some forgotten absorption

Taken in and never released

I wish I could flow

Like a canyon crow

Flies high up on the air

Above the ridge and valley

Above the river’s many eddies

Above all the earthbound creatures

Dropping and lifting on currents

I wish I could flow

Like a saxophone blows

Not expressing opinion distinct

Gurgling or peeking out

From under the madness

Or slow, easy, languid

Or shrieking in glee easily mistaken for anger

I wish I could flow

Like a river flows

Like a pine cone or

A rock that knows

Whether it is naked or clothed

Whether it is caught or thrown

Skipping over the surface

I wish I could flow

Like a river flows

2009