Eastward wind meets Westward flow
Upstream rush contesting downstream force
Simplicity creates waves of fractal complexity
The river adopts the familiar face of a mirror

I'm fine with being a ripple
I truly am.
After all, a thousand ripples
make a great power.
But some days I wonder
what I could have done
as a wave.

The moment observed
The concept devised
The draft created
again and again
Never expressed
True words too elusive
The moment passes unwritten.