Of That I’m Sure

Last summer we took the RV back to my hometown in Iowa to stay along the Cedar river. I had been having dreams about going there. It held emotional business for me. I drove and my sixteen-year-old son navigated. The trip was everything that I had hoped it would be. I spent time at the river with friends that I could tell my thoughts to. It was kind of like a pilgrimage. A friend of mine told me a story about cleaning out her desk to move her office. She came across all of these plans and ideas that she had at a different time felt passionate about. Nothing ever happened with them and now she was tossing the remains into the trash. It reminded me that not everything always works and sometimes all we really needed was the journey.

I have cried that river

Many times alone

Where have you been

And where are you from

Blood bank giving out a loan

I traveled with the future generation

Back to a place they will never call home

Decades between us

Many many moons

I found you calling

On a breezy afternoon

I went back home

After quite some time

Many many miles

Rver of dreams

You’re hang with the living

But some of us are gone

You’re sorting out your papers

Everything you’ve done

It filled two barrels

Then it filled another one

How hard you fought

In the moment how you tried

Far from anyone

That every knew your name

Back that way you were just the same

I can’t help thinking that it matters

I don’t think that I’m the only one

In the last moments of my life

I want you to know

I will find a few seconds

To think of you

Of that I’m sure

Of that I’m sure

Of that I’m sure

Of that I’m sure

I can’t help thinking that it matters

I don’t think that I’m the only one

A little bit of what’s the use

A little bit of time will tell

A little bit of leave well enough alone

Of that I’m sure

Of that I’m sure

Of that I’m sure

Of that I’m sure