Fluid

Life burbles from the spring, excited, grasping, experiencing, rolling over the smoothed rocks to join the waters that have moved through here before. Playfully it bounces--moving as a brook, babbling, shifting, as it grows stronger. It stays within its banks, yes, but it slowly works on the edges-- quietly taking more space where it can. It continues to gain strength, to move with others of its own kind. Yet, when one slows to fill the void of a hole, of a vacant footprint,