Log Jam

I like to see the logs on the river

There they wait sitting orderly

Snuggled up to one another

It feels safe and solemn

I like to watch how they float

Rubbing shoulders roughly

Like logs in a blanket

It is their disposition and form

Push to pull each other

There they patiently meditate

Connected loosely yet free

If the logs pose a threat

The little boat keeps close

Dutifully tackling displacements

In the log jam there is purpose

It is there where problems sort