water, part 1

life
like this creek, i think
not knowing, necessarily,
from where it comes or where it goes,
but knowing, unassumingly, that it indeed is.
digging, i feel,
not knowing, necessarily, where you are going
but trying to trust, unassumingly,
that i indeed, because you are, am.
the digging is quite painful some days
but the creek can live in the slow paces silence of things
so maybe i can rest in its waters awhile
learn from its example
let the unrushed current calm the frenzy, the not knowing.
it is only the water which moves
yet the rocks seem quite content to embrace
the steady cleansing and
the water doesn't appear hurried
as it makes the rough parts
smooth.
one day, i suspect,
the waters will rise and things will be different -
for a season -
but these days, i know,
the water is unrushed.