Canoe on the river

If this is true, that

The river is whole from

Source to sea and

All along her length

Complete, every

Sinuous, burbling stillset

Moment entire and

Existing at once and always.

Then who am I to

Bemoan this moment

Over that, this experience

Over the other, this time

Imperfect in a mind

That is always complete

Forever existent

Present, past and future

All here all now

And the only thing separate

Is this little canoe

Tossed upon the waters

Frail and bewildered as

It confuses the fragile canoe

For the immensity of the

Mighty eternal river.