Toward A Different Stream

I meander a bit

diverging, twisting, and flowing

aimlessly dodging stagnant conventions

dabbling in a little of this and that

never a straight path enticed

nor pondered sinuous cerebrum crevices

like a waterfall, forever flowing

I meander, a persistent crooked stream

through motionless, manmade ponds

escaping raging rivers and confusing channels

toward a different stream

spurting eccentricity

E. Denise Billups