ebb or flow?

I walk through a life of running water, always cautious of the skipping stones.
The babbling all around me is varied, yet constant.
Drowning is almost too inevitable to not mention, or consider, at times.
There are days of blessed peace upon the streams of friendly laughter,
There are days of hellish blight that come quick as a lashing tidal wave.
The sun still manages to dance. The moon observes its glow.
I will someday understand and rise above it all, but for now I must simply be content in each nourishing sip.
Somehow I will eventually drink it all in.
Until that day, I shall continue to walk and try to not allow life to simply float by.







-j.g.smith (09/16/09)