In the Stream

Crackled leaves and faded dreams,
Both cries of pain and joyous screams,
Quiet moments spent lost in thought;
My sorrows poured and you flowed them away through giggling pools without a care.
I watched them drift around your bend before I returned to hiking the nearby trail.
As a child I played upon your slick ancient stone in wonder.
As grown I ponder on them still in quiet moments now rare;
Bubbling laughter and springtime roars of song.
Even now my dreams come and go with you... everything flowing.

-- TE Pruitt

The above was written in a sketchbook on November 19, 1995 while sitting in a favorite place in the woods near where I spent a good portion of my childhood, working through adolescent angst and joyously exploring my world. This is a small raw poem about letting go of sorrow to enjoy the moment as it exists.