poem for andy

the water finds a way
though winter is so hard
and the ice is thick and rigid

and the sea is overflowing
the rivers could take a day
but still— the water finds a way

in its endless force
its total lack of sway
not determined, or sure

onward as its made
for a place to stay
yes indeed— the water finds a way

and just as you and me
drag unbidden to the sea
going, going— inconveniently

just as you and I
are larger than the sky
we’ll find a place to float beside;

hold on to the reeds, try to swim
then finally— (took so long
to our chagrin)

let go, float south
head on to that great mouth
learn— that we may, as with the water

find our way.