Love river

[Giia Weigel]

Thinking on love river. Most people are content with knowing that it’s there somewhere behind those trees, not quite visible but felt enough to give a little hope. Smaller group is scattered along the shore. Occasionally dipping their toes in and getting exhilarated with the sense of movement but getting a bit scared as well. You never know what’s around the bend. And then there are few of us, walking along the shore but IN the water. The current pulls occasionally and as shore folk don’t understand the river folk, they need support. Grab another’s hand and hold on with your dear life. And blame the other for every rock and branch you hit.
And then there are the ones swimming in it. No worries about what’s around the bend, no need to hold hands just float away and go with it. There you are cradled by trust and carried by love and you can hold hands if you so choose to. Even though it doesn’t’ really matter. As the river has taken you. And the floaters recognize the journey.
The floater might grab one standing on the shore. Most likely the brave one walking in the water. Just for fun. And perhaps to show more. But we see what we want to see not what’s shown to us. Some occasionally drown. They are the ones from amongst the shore folk. Most get away with a shock and memory. Of the current. And that they actually felt something.