Are you amazed
that the river
chooses to keep to its edges
well enough that
unmovable bridges can be
lofted across it,
and you can boldly
approach, and stand,
and your children
play alongside it?
They are like herds
that stay their paths,
But it doesn't have to be that way.
Rivers are wild things,
and go where they want.
You know this.
They are not always patient,
or resigned to their chosen courses.
Once in a while
one rears up and consumes
acres of farmland,
generations
of homesteads. Towns.
Build your house too close to one
and you'll find out eventually.
Proud Chicago reversed
the course of its river.
An earthquake rerouted
the Mississippi not far from there.
But make no mistake:
they went along willingly.
And if they were to change their minds,
not one damnable suit in Springfield
could dissuade or stop them.
And those are just the rivers.
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