Wild Water

Wild Water
Pulled by the moon,
Pushed by the wind.
Slow moving at times,
Rushing by at others.
Forever flowing freely,
Altering its boundaries.
Untamed even when controlled,
It remains free.

Domestic Water
Created by chance or
Formed out of necessity.
Rising at times,
Evaporating at others.

Stagnant and still,
Confined by its surroundings.
Completely controlled,
It remains bound.

Inspiration derived from a comment my youngest son made on his visit. Driving Ruston Way, he noted that he wasn’t used to seeing wild water living in Southern AZ. I thought about my life, the choices we make, to be wild or domestic.

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4 replies
  1. Jocelyn
    Jocelyn says:

    It is interesting the choices we make and the stories we buy into. I know in my case I was raised with the message of being responsible & secure at the price of freedom. Yet as I move through my forties I’ve begun to ask if that is what I really want for myself or to role model for me kids.

    • Robert Nissenbaum
      Robert Nissenbaum says:

      For me it’s been seeing things from a different perspective and realizing we have choices on how we live….if we chose to make them vs having them made for us.

    • Robert Nissenbaum
      Robert Nissenbaum says:

      Thank you, Erika. Grew up around the New Jersey shore, then lakes in AZ before the PNW. Much prefer ‘wild’.


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