sky touching the river

When my sister, Della, was in town, us three sisters went to visit our dad's gravesite on the anniversary of his death. After leaving him some cedar boughs and reminiscing about the gifts he left us, we got back in the car and continued down the highway to go hiking at Kakabeka Falls. We parked the car and set out on the main trail into the park. I snapped this photo as we walked across the bridge above the falls spanning the Kaministiqua River. The river's mirror calmness belies the mad rush of water dropping over the 40 metre high cliff edge.

Where did I come from,
and what am I supposed to be doing?

I have no idea.

My soul is from elsewhere,
I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness
began in some other tavern.

When I get back around
to that place,
I'll be completely sober.

Meanwhile, I'm like a bird
from another continent,
sitting in this aviary.

The day is coming when I fly off

~ excerpt from Rumi, "Who Says Words With my Mouth?