Thoughts


Thoughts running thru my mind like the waters of a river.
At times maddeningly fast,
Like the white water rapids of the Colorado.
Sometimes slow and meandering like the Mississippi.
And then sometimes,
Only occasionally,
The waters become still and quiet,
At that moment,
Even though the waters are deep,
You can see all the way to the bottom.
All things become clear and understandable,
Then the waters begin to move again,
For to stand still too long would be to stagnate,
Grow stale and die,
The trick I guess,
Is to remember what the bottom looks like,
While the water is running wild!