A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

The saying goes

that you cannot be both

the rock and the river,

but you,

you can

and you are. 

You are the rock,

jutting out above the rapids,

with multiple facets

allowing for grip,

and a comfortable plateau

where one can sit

out of the water

in safety

whether to rest from fighting the currents

or to enjoy the view

or some days, both.

As the rock,

you are steadfast

sure

secure.

There is no doubt 

in the mind of the one who clings

that here is a place

of safety

of support

of rest.

And yet – 

You are the river. 

In some places

gentle as the whisper of a spring breeze

suggesting

guiding

offering

delicately molding

effecting slow change

with a comfortable

kind

soothing 

caress.

Erosion here is subtle

mild

slow

almost peaceful.

In some places, 

you are the very rapids

the rock sits amidst,

almost violent

as you command the current

and set the course,

eroding a new path

across the landscape.

A perfect paradox:

stable yet change-inducing

dangerous yet safe

offering full unconditional love

for the status quo

and yet still encouraging

growth

transformation 

for the better.

Both the rock

and the river.