And the river runs slowly as the seasons turn

As I sit quietly racked with concern

The summer has past

Hard lessons learned

A pile of rocks built into carnes

A river wild no pretense or scorn

Pause and listen I lie listless

The water flows on without resistance

With slow understanding the river remains

Passing the mountains the rocks and the plains

And finally the ocean as the ripples wane

Cycle completed no banks to constrain

And with the flow I’ve changed inner narrative

this shift I came to pass a personal imperative

I’ve turned a corner I’ve emerged as a crone

This aging of vessel I no longer bemoan