Note: even rivers make me think of mortality…. probably a complex or two there. Like and comment below!
When I drive to work
I pass a placid river
The reflection inverts
My world’s perception
for a moment the water
Is more saturated
Than the fall colored trees
And my multicolored eyes
Each day the picture there
Is the same, but each day
The river water’s changed
in me; it fills a new bank.
Each day, one more grey hair
Each day, another check box
Each day, new water molecules
Each day, each day…. each day
Until that river
Flows unchanged
And the driver
Has cycled through.