Water on the Ropes

The rocks waits, lonely
bearing the river's flow,
alone it sits, weary
the current takes its toll.

The hide cracks - Danger!
Now more pebbles come
to fill the cracks of a stranger;
Against the tides they won.

The sky beats down its bullets
Like insults strike our face,
An arm, a shout - a smile perhaps?
Shall see us through this race.

The rapids churn beneath our feet,
we bound the logs as one
With sticks and stones, that in despair
our souls shall never drown.

The sea is mighty in its expanse
Its waves may sink my boat,
yet anchors on three other rafts
shall keep us all afloat.

The waters bind us--
Though blood be thick;
Like the river that brought us
together, we seek
To be like the droplets in the storm of rain,
Small, yet powerful-
Our obstacles slain.

For waters have bound us
from beginning to end;
that no matter the task
we shall face them - together
as brothers
as friends.