Poem for Heraclitus

No you never do step

Into the same river twice

But then again you never

Step out of it either
As we remain unsure

Where the shoreline lies

What's real and what's dream

Stasis and change being  

But two ways to describe
How we find ourselves amidst 

The same ever swirling stream

While Charon stands ready with

His ferry awaiting the moment

We become submerged