Some Little Thoughts

Nature, like time, flows.
Scholarship and erudition
Have not yet determined
How to check that clock’s progress,
To cause regress: To halt or slow it;
To align life’s ageing ranks;
To permanent life-rows:
And so the river flows. 

The river flows,
Not as a flood,
But in spasmodic gushes,
As does the flush of love, permeate
And recreate the body’s cravings;
And, then, like cascading water,
Falling over falls, the pressure grows:
And so the river flows. 

As the cock crows,
Welcoming the new day,
As nature stirs the sleep
From every living thing;
And, earth will sing its praises;
And, love’s labours then begin,
Again to rise. And so it goes:
And so the river flows. 

The seeds of love,
Having been sowed,
The slaves must obey.
Locked in embraces,
A crescendo races to the goal,
Oblivious of all surrounds,
As only the lover knows:
And so the river flows. 

The sun will rise
And flowers’ petals then outstretch
To drink the warming rays,
To welcome sun’s loving embrace,
Affording them the sight
For yet another day. And then,
As all living things have grown to know:
The river will continue its course – and it will, forever, flow.