The first canal

To walk along the river,
A crisp morning with crunch underfoot
Is to clear your head of concern or simmer 
No time for the congested or familiar 

Rhythms pull in directions 
Most are straight no curves 
Others with bends and ramifications 
How to choose 

Daylight breaks early 
The water sparkles bright 
How the winter has come fairly 
Pushing through January swiftly 

Every two weeks we change places 
Up and down the canals we trade 
The same hellos and the same faces 
But the season pushes through