I Am

If I am not the river, tell me why

I follow a course laid out by an ancient sky

From stars that happened long ago.

I blend with sand and make a bank.

I race downhill and rumble over pebbles That sank in the first of many millennia.

I course along, hugging the beautiful bends

And taking a precarious route 

That seems to defy gravity

And whips about on edge.

But how do I know

Just where the elevations go so low?

And how can I be

On this one-way day trip,

Ever, ever, to the sea,

If I am not the river?

-jenn