change...

And you have changed, too, since you've certainly got soaked!

Joking aside, this is a 'transient poem', too, since water is mostly
moving and changing
from shallow to deep
from smooth to wild
from liquid to solid
and vice versa.

Thought provoking, J.!

as the water moves, the river is never
the same in any one spot...

oh, I like this, great
way of putting it, change
flowing around you, or maybe
passing you by? (But I doubt
that..!) Great poem, Jag...

both senses are apt.
an old buddhist idea actually...

THAT'S FANTASTIC.

thanks for reading...

Lovely meditative piece. It reminds of the Heracletus quote, "No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man."

I hadn't heard that quote, but that's it exactly.
And every time I read one of your poems,
I have to step into that cold river,
just to calm down...mon petit chaton

Mais tu viens rarement par et commentez ... pourquoi est-ce?

Je suis très timide.

Ah, I love the river...appeals to my love of constant, forgetful motion. One never steps into the same river twice. I like the thought. Great minimalism.

you got it exactly.
thanks for reading...