the illest illustrator of illustrious illumination

If only I could look at life from a bird’s eye view. 

To see the whole picture, the outcome.

That way I’d be able to better delineate

my cogitations about my life, at least. 

These everyday struggles and experiences relate

directly to the natural formation of a river. 

Something happens, and it is shaped one way or the other,

giving it its unique configuration.  Right now I feel like a stream,

not quite a river;

Though I’m still streaming and moving forward,

at any point a boulder could cut my venture short, and then

I’ll be dammed.