indifferent

the river is endless
and, as the song says,
it keeps on rolling;

in the song
(which i
once heard sung,
brilliantly,
powerfully,
by william warfield,
from a
small-town stage),
the river is
an old man:

timeless and
powerful and
poetic
but, ultimately,
quite indifferent;

i sometimes wish
that i could
be that way...

L.P. Knickerbocker
9.2.7 (a)