While following the river course
The margin of error is small
And one witnesses true remorse
When the former water line falls.
Whether by path, wood, or lane
Parallel to the arc of a curve
The point of connection is the same
If one claims a purpose to serve.
Not bargained, altered or distressed
The path does suffer to defend
Rights of travelers which are pressed
Pointing towards the journeys end.
Conveyed by water currents swift
One looks forward and cannot choose
Yet while walking the mind does drift
Confirmed so, but does not confuse.
And rivers into streams do flow
So soon shallow and constricted
And though the route by land is slow
A future can be predicted.
I have searched for a right of way
And prefer earth under my feet
And though shifting rafts never stay
Our time will sooner end or meet.
While white water may travel fast
By foot the distance is the past.