A Music Against The Hard Edges

in all the woods that day i was

the only living thing

fretful...exhausted...or unsure.

giant fir and spruce and cedar trees

that had stood their ground

three hundred years

stretched in sunlight calmly

unimpressed by whatever

it was that held me

hunched and tense above the stream

biting my nails...calculating all

my impossibilities.

nor did the water pause

to reflect or enter into

my considerations.

it found its way

over and around a crowd

of rocks in easy flourishes...

in laughing evasions and

shifts in direction.

nothing could slow it down for long.

it even made a little song

out of all the things

that got in its way...

a music against the hard edges

of whatever might interrupt its going.

~john brehm, passage

i need to learn this 

lesson...