Life Stream

Bobbing in a stream of life
Turbulent in place, calm in others
Believing our choices are ours 
Believing our paths are ours
That those that flow and weave 
Through us and with us are theirs
And our choices
When the Earth was carved in serpentine 
By the millions that came before
And the choices they made or did not
And the rocks we hurdle were smoothed
And made shiny by the blood of millions more
That tore their skin on the jagged challenges
As we are so often asked to contribute
So that we bounce together, and 
Sway from east to west when we must
Thinking it was our own choice to 
See the sunset 
To have a stream of conscious 
To find a quiet ride in the middle
And no longer work at carving the land
Or even to turn and swim upstream
Running into those that follow 
Disrupting and distrusting
Instead of bobbling along
Enjoying the choices made 
By and for us and for each other