By Margaret Rose Cunningham
Avoiding the river of someone else’s passion
I leap (or creep) from one stone to the next
Afraid that it will sweep me with it.
Feet wet, I leap for the next rock
Secure but exhausted
And remove the tentacles of water plants
That would have caught me up.
Alone, I navigate the river
Forever moving on
Discovering new balancing acts
Uncovering hidden surprises
Inching towards a misty goal
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