A stream gentle yet hurried
With whirlpools, mini-falls, autumn leaves
Unsurprising, expected, yet pleasant to observe until a shadow,
A shadow hints, teases,
Forces you out of an observers complacence,
There is more beneath the pleasantly surprising
An unknown waiting to be discovered, felt, embraced,
You resist,
Remaining on the bank,
After all you don’t know to swim
And there’s much joy in watching the water, the leaves,
Yet the undertow beckons,
A whisper formed, meant for you
Reaches you on the crisp breeze, special, irresistible,
And you dive in
You who don’t know to swim
Abandoning thought, embracing the unknown
A splash breaks the surface,
Ripples emerging from the darkness beneath
The stream hurries on gently,
Whirlpools, leaves and all.
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