Surfing The Inevitable

All around me
the sound of water
falling, dripping,
running, flowing;
the surging creek
roars past my deck.

Life rises to meet us
like a stream at flood
engulfing our dreams,
drowning our hopes,
sweeping us on
to unknown sea.

Ride the current;
dance on the rivulets;
accept the cascade.

Be the waters.

No use at all
fighting the deluge.
  - mce