stick on branch.

Now,
time is a stick
on a branch
on a thick and
entrenched log
in a swiftly flowing river
It can't budge
the water flows up
and around
the spindly stick,
its slimy now
it needs to be broken
renewal, reentry
to the greater river,
the enormity, endlessly
wide and deep,
yet static is the stick
of our present moment,
hurriedly, encouragingly
our moment bends
and snaps,
free are we
to flow downstream
and to live.