From a River Bench

Rustling,
Chirping,
Cascading,
Scampering.

The trees,
The birds,
The river,
The squirrels.

The river meandering through our town,
From one end to the other,
Offering serenity,
Infusing peace.

A short distance away...main street,
Traffic, noise, missions, plans,
Intruding, interrupting, demanding,
Draining, sucking from the inside, outward.

Life happens apart from the river,
Our river, our sanctuary, our constant,
Flowing softly, slowly,
Suddenly surging, bubbling, ever smoothing the rocks.

Living requires attention, action.
Fall River, our river, asks nothing, exacts only
One's time, now and then,
To help gain a sense of self, smoothing a soul.