by Terry Bowden
This river is ever fed, ever flowing, all knowing,
always to the sea, all flowing to the sea;
there's no stopping, no holding, nor withholding
the river ongoing, in its flowing to the sea.
Each tributary joins the stem – but there is no stemming
this headlong rush, this persistent push
from stream through bush, from brook unbrooked
unhooked unbridled full steam to the sea
inexorably. It knows no bounds nor boundaries,
overflows in flood its forlorn banks foresworn,
full swoon, fulsome in full stride
at full tide and knows no ebb, so undefiled!
Just so this love, not passing love,
this unsurpassing love, this passion in stead
is fast fed, is feeding, and will be fed.
