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January 23, 2016

Waterfall. {Poem}

Waterfall at Virginia Water by William Warby at flickr.com https://www.flickr.com/photos/wwarby/4086439954/in/photolist-7e75eh-7bcWTX-yzk9La-8i6pEn-qWp1Fu-djCFf4-2mkG8-kTXoPU-oNkvRP-ysmhj4-pFk3n5-pjzA69-xLjt8q-f8Dj9n-9N38sh-7jzoaB-6rJRov-oGs4C8-rxFbvg-9Rui6v-r3XTti-ajpn3K-AQbx7J-bzVRm1-a5tS21-712fqN-qKWcgp-p31vxr-nradSy-v67yxH-qWtCnK-pEGNft-avWwgi-4wKJCe-o7hNae-fbCJzY-cdUkEm-h2wpzX-ajj3fW-oQyjRQ-9jsdML-vofZzf-7b1Zk2-avj61K-pRZ7of-oEi9rp-nUKQby-hJGTM1-eM7epJ-9rb1zg

I stood,
watching and
listening;

She threw herself down the mountain
Covering me with her baptismal mist;
Her violent rage
washing and
banking and
bending and
relentless,
over stones,
across the fallen oak
a casualty of
storms long past;

Splashing from the confines of her banks,
carving new paths
through the tumult
and confusion
of a once gentle stream;
waters from a far away place,
the remnant of some storm in another
time and another place;

She fell roaring,
venting,
exorcising herself,
falling into swirling eddies
of contentment;

Placid,
her soul at rest,
she tarried a bit
resting,
gathering strength,
wandering this way
and that,
searching,
longing,
until she found her way
and was gone;
I stood
watching and
listening,
and straining to hear her voice;
And I did.

~

Relephant read:

Time is a Narrow, Gray Man. {Poem}

~

Author: Jim Owens

Volunteer Editor: Terry Price / Editor: Caitlin Oriel

Image: Flickr/William Warby // Unsplash/Andrew Coelho

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