I watch the eddies in your stream
Small whirlpool you create yourself,
The swirling secrets far below your smile,
The drifting fingers dipped into the stream,
Striking out and striving as the wild torrent
Begins to rush blindly on, and, eyes closed,
You strive to keep pace with the rising,
Rushing rapids overtaking you, until,
Drenched and wet with your efforts
Your fingers stumble to the shore
Where, at the edge of past efforts,
They drop and take their rest,
To the sighs of the river past.
Donovan Baldwin
