RJ--in rivers--its destinations

Before she pressed RETURN on the keyboard, Amy paused. And wondered why she was pausing. Surely there was nothing left to do--and nothing here really mattered anyway. She knew that now.

Had always known it really. Yet it wasn't something she could pin down, like the soft flickering of the light that attracts the moths. Actually, it isn't the flickering that attracts them, she thought. It's the fact of the light itself. The only thing that you can see in the black pitch of darkness on the porch. The only thing that has any connection to reality.

Do they know what the light means? she wondered. Do they ever look wildly about the dark porch as I am looking wildly about this unlit room now, seeking a shadow, a hint of anything other than that bright reality? Anything that will keep them from going? Or do they just know what is right and go to it without a second glance?

Anna never looked back, she told herself. Anna knew exactly what to do.

So did Amy.

a river's secrets / depend on / how much / we need to / configure / its destinations / with our realities

if there are / other waters / we can not / know them / all we see / in rivers / is their presence