Mother River

Mother river is flowing
so slow
the palm trees barely ripple
over the warm mud

If life were to emerge again
it would be here
in the backwaters of India
the cradle of civilization
language and crystallized thought
where progress flows like the river
flowing and growing
slowly trickling down to the sea
of simple people
salt of the Earth

So many people
who would have thought
there would be enough souls
to go around

The water rises and becomes spirit
rain
river
naught