Creativity

Creativity is your river

changing in depth and speed and width

emptying into larger lakes and rivers,

following the pull of gravity down to the ocean,

down deeper and deeper into the earth.

What was direct and purposeful bends and winds

after years of running, seems to disappear

until a flash of rain rejuvenates

surging and muddy again

(not many can make it to the banks)

Rivers can be polluted miles up stream

filth and disgust drunken day after day, year after year,

can’t be cleaned that easily

you can drown in your own river, become too self-absorbed

don’t be surprised if, when others catch you,

staring at your reflection in the water,

they only laugh or politely smile

because they don’t understand

A subtle body of water can remain undiscovered for years

or underestimated

and occasionally

Welcome those that share their rivers

feel their waters flowing into yours

together you could do so much

search for the paths long since dug into the earth

Creativity is your river,

encouraged by others at your meekest hours,

carved into your mind as if

there was no other way to travel.

May 15