I will model my gentleness after the river, who
asserts her own direction, who reshapes
even rock and slate, with a voice
thunderous enough it rattles in your chest.
See how your spirit settles when standing
at the bank, not because she is
docile, but because she is resolute.
It is in the rushing river that I
bring myself to stand, see how
she is unwavering in her certainty,
see how she makes a way for herself, see
how the trees with reverence
lean in to gather more, see
as she moves she is humming,
"even still, I will persist."