Flows

You cannot escape the current

That pulls and won't let go.

Swirling, rushing, crashing -

Who'd have thought water

Held so much power?

A current that folds and creases

Like paper on its surface;

Waves and ripples wrinkle

As the wind attempts (in vain)

To alter its course.

A current that'll stop at naught

To bring everything it carries

Downstream. But why?

It's been so long that no-one

Still draws breath who knows, now.

A current that made its mind up

Eons ago, made some pact with the land.

Agreed a path, carved it out, and simply;

Flows.

Unthinking, unyielding, unrelenting.