Confluence

If I were to come to this river next week
light would still be racing over the rocks
as if it were water
bluebells might have faded a degree or two
but the Webburn
would be repeating the same old greeting
as it meets the Dart.
The saplings will not have grown
by any perceptible amount
but I will be different
by a lightness of words
and a weight of decision
by an exchange of questions
and a barter of answers
and two streams will have considered
this whole business of confluence.

Jennie