The Future Can Wait

A poem about uncertainty and letting the future unfold at its own pace.

The Artwork: River to Sea

We are often pushing

against the wall,

forcing a path

where a path is not meant to be.

There is no need to rush, rushing river

there is no need to drive yourself

against the banks.

Drop down,

drop down,

let your water move over itself

carrying its own weight like a gift,

let it arrive where it may

with imperfect gravity,

let it find the cracks

in the stones and the bracken,

let it be pulled by the sea

calling it home.