Flow
When we were young
we flowed
like water,
where it begins.
Catapulting
over rocks,
forcing our way.
Our course,
the path
of no resistance;
being
a part of
spectacular feats.
Now that we
are seasoned,
we flow slow
in a deep pool
with occasional
riffles
to give us
some momentum.
We mingle
with debris
and move on
in lazy swirls,
relaxing
for a while
in the eddies.