Freshet

Sometimes I feel like the freshet, suddenly thawed, roaring forward Sometimes I feel like a stone, letting it all wash over me In the summer, later, you can see the scars on the trees A bleached line where the water lapped over the rocks All it takes is a dry month for a roaring body of water To evaporate bit by bit Rocks jutting through, unaware of how unpassable it is River bed, dry ground, unaware of how unpassable it is Sometimes I feel like the freshet, suddenly thawed, roaring forward Sometimes I feel like a stone, letting it all wash over me Sometimes I feel like the freshet, suddenly thawed, roaring forward Sometimes I feel like a stone, letting it all wash over me.