Friends into Poetry

Delta

Everyone loves the sun

- even the moon -

but that is not why I befriended you.

I enjoy you for being akin to a river delta,

for allowing me to flow in so many different directions.

Loud, fast, and active as rapids;

quiet, slow, and drowsy as fishing holes –

I care not which we sound and look like together,

as long as we flow in and out of each other lives.