my heart fills with
wonder and peace
as I watch the river flow.
it never stops-
just rolls along,
carrying floatables along the way.
whether you mean to or not,
little branch upon the white caps,
you will be carried,
sailing
floating
to the end.
the river flows
until it doesn’t.
washing clean away
until it’s done.
today, mind is refreshed
set free from worries:
they were carried
until they were done.
L.S. 2023
Photo courtesy of “Judy,” during a FaceTime realization when my hair 👆looked like the 💩 emoji… 🤭
laurie sliben, writer 