Impetuous me favors the passionate tumult of Springriver flooding. Sensuous me favors the indolentcaress of Summer river flowing. Reflective mefavors the penetrating seep of Autumn river trickling.Even aloof shy me favors the chilled reserve of Winterriver freezing. But, all of me resists evaporation.
I resist the sucking pulling warm air wrestingme from known boundaries. I resist drifting unseento unknown parts. I resist the uncertainty of unformedfloating yearning rather to surround rocks, carvenew paths. I resist the ambiguous foggy drift.But luckily, at times, I am yanked into air. There
beholding earth’s anguish: Weep! Weeping, raining,puddling…perhapsthe beginning of anexuberant Spring.