Where life begins and ends.

It’s a feel that I have. For the way life is supposed to flow. Yes, it seems haphazard at times. But if one goes with the flow.  Life is smooth as smooth can be.  Even when I divert. To swim upstream. Taking a tributary. On rough waters. And over a spectacular waterfall. To experience  the thrill and excitement of life’s turbulence. Knowing full well. That I’ll wind up on a babbling brook. Meandering. Peacefully. Through a primeval forest.  Where life begins and ends. --Jim Broede