River powers turbines for electricity,

and river powers me –

giving me its quiet strength –

flowing, moving, following a predetermined path –

still remaining beautiful, serene –

secrets hidden beneath her surface.

Glassy blue-green mirrors sky and trees –

what lies beneath?

A  world of mysterious hidden beauty-

rocks, fish, plants…

How deep is the river? Can’t tell by looking –

Varied depths, hidden worlds  –

much like people – hiding behind masks –

showing only parts they want others to see.

Perhaps that’s why I love the river –

beautiful surface disguising

hidden depths and mystifying power.