The River Remains The Same

Moments...
gathering through ages
like water drops, into a
mountain stream,
like a child skipping along
garden paths...

Then into a strapping young lad,
turbulent, foaming, racing

into a adulthood full of passions,
dreams, urgent, raging,
carrying along the dead debris
of ages past,

into placid plains, where floods
of emotions give birth to
fertile fields, deep forests
where animals growl 
and birds of endless hues 
take flight....

and then the fragmenting into a
thousand streams and the
final meeting in to the
endless ocean,
where all rivers meet
and the divers dive deep
in search of priceless pearls....

All these have been me
and will be
and now is
all
my only presence.