River Bend

Before the slow, wide turning

there is still so much to see:

to learn, to understand,

to use the best of me.

Before this bridge I made my plans

from tumbling misting water

rushing fast across the dam,

what does and does not matter.

From here I see the bend ahead,

and what it means to me,

the time I have before the end,

then flowing to the sea.

The river here seems very broad,

still full of mystery,

mesmerizing in the sun

and sparkling just for me.

The currents that I started

when I broke across that wall

now swirl and curl and draw me in

to swim among them all.

To dive and turn and break the waves

submerged in cool, clear time;

to learn, to understand, to use

the very best of mine.