(Dis)connected

The river flows, and the cork bobs in the current.
Perhaps an eddy, from time to time, provides temporary respite.
Reflection, for a moment.
And then we flow onward.

Perhaps the long rest that comes later,
is the time to analyze.
The time to consider.
The time to appreciate,
in a way that is more than skin deep.

Bobbing and weaving,
this tapestry of life.

A simple prayer,
that I knot come unraveled.