Of the Will

Of the Will

The scull sits still
in the quiet Sound
awaiting the rower.
But the water rocks,
the water that won’t wait,
the water that rows, regardless,
the water a will
unto itself, a will
it is up to the rower
to harness, to come
to terms with.

Philip Kuepper
1 January 2014

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