There’s a current in a river
That’s strong and wild and deep
It takes me roaring loudly
While so many others sleep

I slip past fields and forests
With yellow daisies by the side
And webs of leaves and branches
Gray rocks that fall and slide

I stare at flowing white caps
In the morning’s rosy mist
And wonder if those strangers
Will find me gone or missed

There are pebbles in the shallows
That graze bare feet with just a nod
While deeper in the currents
Are stones that prick and prod

I welcome these lonely moments
That harbor challenge and tests of will
For if life were slack and easy
My heart would slow and still