deluge, your life rushes by, locations
and plot lines washing downstream, as you strain
to catch up to their teasing temptations.
The banks of the river cannot contain;
water seeping threatens your foundation.
Your shoes will get wet, or you could abstain
from wandering; it's your consolation
that your river overflows with good things
at least, knee-deep in opportunity.
You can stop, and see, what tomorrow brings;
or ride these rapids, with impunity.
Feel the warming air, the sun on your skin;
it's okay to savor, where you have been.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019