Sister Waters, A Poem

Read for Annual River fest, and I note, the Bible verses in church yesterday were all about analogies to water, with allusions towards conservation, more later. Sister Waters Sister waters, Running deep, running angry, Running still, but Running empty never. Muse’s names long and short, Wapsipinicon, Rock, Green, Mississippi, Illinois, Sylvan slough, Home of fey, Muddy waters, Black water, Sisters who race to us, And in their haste to embrace us, Flood our shores like the Nile. Wonder you have time for us at all, You trek to the sea, to Mother Ocean, You love us all only in passing, We, your sisters, take our Life from you; Without you we are gone, Dried, dead cat tails in A Cold, cold Autumn. You give us life, and leisure, You give us passage connect us, Your mortal siblings, You travel far, you are passionate, And there are days when your rapids and currents Fight over us, and claim some of us, Wider than some seas, no mere lakes for Weekend boaters, You ferry us, protects us, sustain us Travel us, Till the end of the voyage, Till all your tributaries lead not to The sea, But to another river, Styx.