the river.

on the river
the boy leapt
stone to stone
but never surface
feet shimmering
but never submerged

in the river
he wanted to be
taken by it’s fluidity
but never it’s truth
always trying
but never success

by the river
the boy lay
immersed in grass
but never waves
occupied by fruit
but never fish

to the river
he traveled
the fruits are yesterday
the stones are today
the river is tomorrow