My Destiny
I leave my mountain home with Winter’s thaw
as childlike, I babble. I'm a stream,
but cutting through the valleys, I grow wide
and draw more power as I gather steam.
I meet my sister tributaries, and
grow deeper, now a river, and I roll!
At time, when Rain pours down, I overflow,
but on I run, course set, with fervent soul!
I'm surging onward to my destiny!
What more for me to crave as I run south
(toward Delta's bosom and my love, the Sea)
than his consuming kiss upon my mouth?
For Barbara Gorelick's "A River Runs Through It"
And now for the 15 contest of Casarah
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