Legions crowd the shore
With legions more
Frothed and gasping in the rapids
Scrambling up the far bank
Stretching to the horizon
Ever on the move
Flowing forward
Here and there
Now and then
This and that
The news only covers
The midstream flailing and the cries
The real story is too obvious
Too simple and too close
Proclaim it now:
We will cross the river
We are crossing the river
We have crossed the river
We are the river and the shores
We are the crossing
We are.
–Copyright Deborah A. McGlauflin, February 11, 2017. All Rights Reserved.
