That summer br that held him as a child br br he watched in wonder br as the river ran br br tumbling blindly br wildly over stones br br in such a hurry to be br nothing but br br the essence of br itself br br in which he dared br to plunge his hand br br feel its riverness br pity his petty human-ness br br flowing from a time br so long ago br br (the mind could not br imagine) br br fleeing to a time br that only the Future could see br br &. br br Now in this summer br that sees the child a man br br he runs br along the river bed br br its waters gone br its stones now br br breathing air br br imagining the water br that used to be. br br He runs br as if he were br br the water br of his childhood br br plunging br through time br br running now wildly br & blindly br br towards some great br uknown br br Future that he br cannot see br br carried along br by unseen waters.