While you and I stand here
On the banks of this great river
Overlooking the water
In the last light of day
We do not see the same river
Certainly
From here
You can see
The riffle upstream
And the trout feeding in the pool below
And although it may seem
As if
We are looking at the same river
We are not
I see a different river
One that I have walked now and a thousand times before
And while your eyes may meet the water this evening
In the half light
They cannot possibly see what mine do
So much so
This river and I
Have come to know one another
~ We Are Not Looking At The Same River ~