Down to Sea
Teens at a game
stream constant current of chatter.
Swift at the banks, heedless of land,
they whirlpool,
birling with strayed friends
unseen since earlier.
Conversations ripple cell-phoned ears.
Companions ebb and flow as flotsam,
bursting apart to surge downriver.
They have yet to run the rapids
where driftwood litters shore
and boned logs snag.
The river will broaden,
course to sea...
a sea that will never fill.
"Down to Sea" appears in the Spring 2010 edition of Soundings Review. I wrote this after watching a high school football game where kids swirled back and forth in energetic clusters along the walkway beneath us. They appeared to be totally uninterested in the game.
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