TWIN RIVERS

As if our dreams are ours
to steer

once split
twin rivers rush on
and on

apart
reacting to terrain
with own refrain

bending banks of shore
in memory
of elliptical strain

carving in pursuit of collective pool
in full glare of day

no place to hide
no time to reflect
by faith the river knows

where stars come to rest

~j.b. rowell