Strong Currents

by Joanna

One moment turns the race
Moving on a pivot
The size of a pin
The course of evolution
Mobility and freedom of thought
Are threatened daily
Yet we must persist
Hedging bets
On not so random chances
And connections
We lead the way for only so long
As the streets bend and twist
Will the waters’ path
Carry me on the river
To the port of the harbor?
Will the winds blow into my hair
As we ride through
Lands unseen
Savaged by so-called progress
There is more to this
We are at the front of the line
About to test the latest ride
Going up
Going down…

*This is my poem for the day during National Poetry Month. I am posting through April!*