Rivers

Rushing rivers won’t reflect the night sky Nor do they need to. Rushing rivers need to run towards the sea And her calm embrace. Rushing rivers won’t let the land run dry, Even as gravity takes their breath. Rushing rivers long for a calm surface, But rushing is their purpose. A droplet creates rings on the still lake Circling around the image of the moon. I know I could look up, But I want to see it in you.