Poem and Image by Isabelle Sorrells
It’s wide as an ocean
With waves with sounds of the sea.
It’s a border and a bridge.
There are no strangers on this water,
For we greet one another with a wave as neighbors.
There is no other place –
This place where family meets,
Where traditions are made,
And homes are found.
Here I found happiness
But I would not have found it – let alone been able to keep it –
Without my family.
They are what make it the river
And, in some ways,
They are the river themselves.