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
Copyright 2018 E. Denise Billups
