River Dance

While meandering upon a sun-clad path,
 Brimmed with trees awash in Autumn's splendour,
The labyrinthine journey revealing first,
The roar of a river intent on reaching its destination.

Not the least bit shy or concerned, with concealing it's presence,
Seasonal rainfall has quenched it's summer drought  induced thirst.
Now as the banks clamber to contain it's swollen volume,
It's song audible, as it harmonizes with the rocks, that presumes to impede its progress.

Enraptured by this haunting melody
You are enticed to follow the river
Surely after traversing this valley for eons,
It can be trusted to "know the way."

Along its course granite basin forged by the hands of time,
Are kept filled and renewed, with a non-relenting flow.
The crystal clear pools reflect a mirrored image,
Of all that are contained, within its scrutiny.

You stop to consider the image of that which holds your gaze,
What do you "know" of him/her?
For sure.
The timeless river flows,
Continuing to refresh the pool.

If you consider your inquiry long enough,
While minute by minute,
The very identity of the pool has transformed.
What now could be said,
Of the image it reflects?

Not an invitation to follow the lead of Narcissus.
Who is that - staring back?
Is the image held upon the surface of the water?
What of the depths?
What do they contribute to what you see?

If from deep within the abyss,
A stirring eddy,
Were to add an element of mineral rich silt,
To the image rendering palate,
What (or whom) presents now?

At any given moment,
Conditions can be such,
That viewing the depths, in their entirety,
May be fleeting at best.
The topography exists nonetheless.

Impatient resignation can be allowed,
To obscure hidden mystery.
While continued curiosity,
Rewarded with limitless discovery.

Perhaps then, you are not as familiar as you think!
Even those as close as your next breath,
Might be strangers,
Awaiting the invitation to introduce themselves.