Hearing the rush of water, I walk to the stony edge. The black river plunges down the valley, racing toward the sea. Toward you.
Why can’t I go where the waters rush, under the dark sky? Why can’t I let fate carry me, like the current carries that leaf? I’d float round the bends, searching for your smile.
The waters race on nearly as desperate to reach you as I am.
Maybe you’re listening to the river too. Maybe you’ll catch these thoughts as they sail by. Maybe I’ll commandeer a boat and escape downstream.
But are you even there?