Rowboat

I row through the streams of time - staring backward as I push forward, toward the unknown.

I carefully recount and reconsider my course.

Should I have paused at that port to pass the time?

Should I have seized upon that split in the stream?

I can’t know.

I wonder where the water will wander.

Will I hit rapids, leaving me a wreck upon the rocks?

Will I find a boundless brine stretched before me?

I don’t know.

But I do know all rivers must end, and since I’ve departed, I’ll ride into the uncharted, hopeful yet heavy hearted.