The Triumph Of Will Above Grim Fate

A river speaks in many tones;

though shy, and reticent at birth

like a  muse deciphering codes 

and probing depths with easy ploy

of such grit and muted grace , 

lies  valor that knows no bounds.

In the throes of arduous flow

tricked by cascades, rapids
and boulder crests - he roars

and foams in gargling tones…..

as if on sputum yet he chokes.

This sound of liquid thunder folks,

 is the voice, of determination.

Having gnawed on rocks

with steely grace……

gaining girth from bank to bank-

engulfing plains and errant groves,
in full embrace of the open sea -

the old man hums enraptured psalms 

  of hope, affirming thus -

 the triumph of will, above grim fate.

By

 Hope Kalé Ewusi ©