Everything is everything...

The Qualla

My feet are wet and the sun is warm

Sitting here and feeling torn

Give it time or give it space?

All matters not by the river.

Not much room in my mind to just be

Feeling less sturdy, sing to me

Jeans rolled up, the rock beneath

All matters not to the river.

Speaking the language of centuries

Trying to conquer my soul's lethargy

Drowning out all but thee

Everything is everything, my river.