Unstoppable
“Life is its own mirage of change.”
T’ao Ch’ien
Nearby the North-Flowing River
roils,
the color of coffee-with-milk,
high in the late-winter
thaw.
The warm south wind
ruffles the waves,
urging them onward
toward the Great fatigued Lake.
River-rocks await
Sandusky’s ebb
to welcome back
the herons
who fish when shallow pools
glimmer with prey.
Unstoppable the surging flow
of seasons,
the beautiful illusion
we call time.