Monday, January 30, 2012
At the Water's Edge
At the water's edge, I have found a friend.
The rhythmic lapping of each wave
is a comfort--I have come to depend
upon the starlit water, upon the deep blue sky
and upon the tinkling waterfall as it
rushes, passing by.
Did you ever see the trail of a (jet) plane left in the sky? Or ripples of water flowing out from one concentric 'plunk' of someth...