Counting a Waterfall


Like counting a waterfall, I try to see each drop,
knowing a million drops makes it All
and separating them for the count
drowns them in each other.

And then touching the afternoon
with a warm hand I feel the hills
in the far-away distance and
smell the riches of geology.

Then sitting, my work done, and gathering-in
my respite, I recline as a slow cloud
gathers to continue its changes;
always the same, always different.

Has the music of the universe stopped
only for the musicians to rest
and tune their instruments or
rather traded them in for musak?



At the end of the day only one waterfall was counted.

04/07/2003

Author's Note: ...life, movement, quantum physics, inertia annnnnnd love, pretty words, caresses from loved ones, wheeeew!!!

Posted on 04/07/2003
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