Along the Riverrun, past Eve and Adam's (2012)

If we are rivers,

tributaries of some eternal source,

some creator, 

and we are given our share of water 

(our carbon, oxygen, and the minerals that flow through and fill us up), 

and we are loaned some time, 

then we are rivers that are allowed to run where ever and however we choose

but,

there may be stones,

that we may crash against, 

put there by chance, 

or always already there by inheritance;

however,

rivers run on regardless,

and rocks cause lovely ripples that sparkle at oblique, poetic angles,

and stones are worn smooth,

eventually.