You cannot escape the current
That pulls and won't let go.
Swirling, rushing, crashing -
Who'd have thought water
Held so much power?
A current that folds and creases
Like paper on its surface;
Waves and ripples wrinkle
As the wind attempts (in vain)
To alter its course.
A current that'll stop at naught
To bring everything it carries
Downstream. But why?
It's been so long that no-one
Still draws breath who knows, now.
A current that made its mind up
Eons ago, made some pact with the land.
Agreed a path, carved it out, and simply;
Flows.
Unthinking, unyielding, unrelenting.