Little River and the Ocean Roar
Dear Ms Nixie, I was wondering if you could help me? I have a mouth but do not eat. I have a bed but do not sleep. I always run but never walk. I murmur but never talk. I have a head but never weep. I have a bank but never store money. I have found myself besotted with the ocean and fear rivers aren’t nearly as influential. Would you have any pointers? There’s just so many other beautiful rivers and fertile deltas, all of them wanting to end up at one prize location….ocean side. You see I’m also not a perfect river. I’m not some little streak of a stream, slender and bubbling in the brook of youth. Oh there’s been times of drought when I gave that look a good go but then oh, the rain, the rain, so sweet a drop to swell the edges and call the curves to greater life. Oh I’m no grand Mississippi by all means but I have tributaries that search for the touch of that wild, beautiful, free heart. I wait presently day by day, as an inlet, for the rain, for the gorgeous storms, to take me