Watching the Lamar River Rapids
I thought I saw a single drop
Lurch and hop across a rock
And wondered if he’d rather stay
To sun himself in sleepy thought.
I guessed he’d love to waste a day
Lurking in the marshy shade
And gazing out on rolling hills
That mark his lifetime’s barricade.
Perhaps he’d scan the tranquil
Sky, as pudgy puffs of silk
Slink by, playing recluse
Cloistered by the wistful still.
But in my heart, I knew he would not choose
A path that strayed far from the rule
Or lose his place to others rushing through.
I watched and whispered – Yes, me too.
