Rough Draft Craft

You flow by me like a river

And I am lost in the current

Trapped in the ebb and flow

Dancing the back and forth dance

I take your shape-

An amateur impression of you

And I like it that way

You give me life just by exerting your natural rhythm

And I dance along following your lead

Floating in your timid turbulence I can’t tell

Are you the water? The current?

Well, yes Dear, but you are also the basin

You are essential

You are momentum

you are life and chaos and change and possibility

In liquid form

Holding me gently

As I tread water trusting in your truth

That even if I were to drown in you

As I succumbed to the depths

You’d carry me gently downstream until I returned home