Sands

I am a river,
I aim for the sea,
In my path
I encounter
The sand.

I rush at the sand
When I reach it,
My momentum fails
I am lost.

It is then the sand speaks;
It tells me
“You must lose yourself in the wind
If you wish to pass.”

I argue, “I wish to remain as I am.”

The sand replies,
“If you don’t let go you will become a puddle
Never to fulfill your potential.”

It is then I let go,
I join the wind.
I am free!

I transform.
Landing again,
A collection of giant raindrops.

I land and am once again a river.
This time headed for the sea unobstructed.

I thank the sand.
And the sand replies,
“If you had trusted you would have been here long ago.”