Alone In a Crowded Stream
Poetry by Marla Deaton


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Alone In a Crowded Stream
Poetry by Marla Deaton
Audio Produced by Mark Edgemon
Narrated by Annette Morrison

The driftwood floats, down toward the rocky slopes
Without a care in the world.

"I can't be bothered by these jagged rocks now,
In this cool water where I enjoy my ride.

Besides, there's still time to turn this around,
If I could just go against the tide.

What a life this is being driftwood,
Where I go next is anybody's guess.

So I smile like nothing's the matter,
Not knowing how to get out of this mess."

But the rapids are swift as I look toward the cliff.
Disbelief is the state I am in.

With no means of stopping, no place to get off,
I ask for a miracle I don't deserve.

Then in the silence, alone in the stream,
There is hope just around the corner.

Copyright © 2009 Marla Deaton