Impetuous me favors the passionate tumult of Spring river flooding. Sensuous me favors the indolent caress of Summer river flowing. Reflective me favors the penetrating seep of Autumn river trickling. Even aloof shy me favors the chilled reserve of Winter river freezing. But, all of me resists evaporation.
I resist the sucking pulling warm air wresting me from known boundaries. I resist drifting unseen to unknown parts. I resist the uncertainty of unformed floating yearning rather to surround rocks, carve new 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…perhaps the beginning of an exuberant Spring.