A river will always lead you home.
It’s like an umbilical cord,
Leading back to the womb,
The comforting place from which
We all begin to venture and search.
One is always braver along “my river”.
I am never lost in a city built on one.
It is a compass, a bloodstream, a link
Between the foreign and the familiar, the brink
Simply the scenic, winding way home.