Around The Delta

Somewhere along the road there is a delta

A road that is filled with murky waters

Rocks scattered on either sides and below

Shallow enough that the water would always be bumpy

Hitting the rocks and uneven foundation

And sometimes carrying them miles away along the journey

Down the waterfalls

Stuck next to a log

Floating endlessly

Or eroded completely into sand

The water never stops flowing

Soon facing delta

The master of the collection

The final boss

The final trial

Before reaching the ocean

But it gracefully maneuvers to the side of the delta

Just gently touching the lip of the delta

Pretending as if it doesn’t exist

Not a nuisance in the trajectory of the journey to the ocean

Soon the stream widens

Becoming a mighty river

Flowing freely with all its wisdom, grandiose, and poise

It’s calm

It’s quiet

It has found its purpose

Arriving at its destination at last