A place where two rivers meet—my lungs and my heart—meet quite often to make me work essentially. I work essentially because I am the joining of two systems—theirs and mine. I take from them what I find applicable, and I take from me what I feel is right. I’ve never done something just because someone else said it should be done. I analyze; I improvise. I work it out in the place where two rivers meet to make me whole. My lungs who take in and let out and my heart who circulates my passions. The taking in occurs everywhere—amongst peers, around superiors, alongside students. The lessons I take in are circulated by my being, filtered by my guards, mixed with my beliefs, and then are let out in the same midst. Through lungs and heart two worlds collide to fuse lessons that are beyond the grasp of some. Yet, where two rivers meet, a cycle completes and resolves to start again.
Nice poem prof. I like that it's short and the connections you made with your surroundings.
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