Current

A brown river, rippled surface,
reflective but obscure,
I sit on the bank and consider its allure.
What it lacks in warmth is found in embrace;
What is given in life is taken in haste.
The vitality within is observed by inspection,
of a quiet mind and careful reflection.
But I squatting here, know the tale well,
I can see the water beckon,
I can see the current swell.