Wednesday, 17 May 2017

WATER DANCE

SOME PEOPLE SAY that I am one thing. Others say that I am many. Ever since the world began I have been moving in an endless circle Sometimes I fall from the sky. I am the rain. Sometimes I cascade. I tumble down, down, over the moss-covered rocks, through the forests shadows. I am the mountain stream. At the foot of the mountains, I leap from a stone cliff. Spiralling. Plunging. I am the waterfall. In the shadows of the mountain, I am still and deep I fill and overflow. I am the lake. I wind through broad, golden valleys joined by streams, joined by creeks. I grow ever wider, broader and deeper. I am the river. I pass through a gateway of high stones palisades, leaving the land behind. Cool silver moonlight sparkles and dances on my waves. I am the sea. Drawn upward by warm sunlight. in white-silver veils I rise into the air. I disappear.
Some people say that I am one thing.
others say that I am many.
ever since the world began
i have been moving in an endless circle
sometimes I fall from the sky.
i am the rain.
sometimes i cascade.
i tumble down, down,
over the moss-covered rocks,
through the forests shadows.
i am the mountain stream.
at the foot of the mountains,
i leap from a stone cliff.
SpiralingPlunging.
i am the waterfall.
In the shadows of the mountain,
am still and deep
i fill and overflow.
i am the lake.
i wind through broad, golden valleys
joined by streams,
joined by creeks.
i grow ever wider,
broader and deeper.
i am the river.
i pass through a gateway
of high stones palisades,
leaving the land behind.
cool silver moonlight
sparkles and dances
on my waves.
i am the sea.
drawn upward
by warm sunlight.
in white-silver veils.
i rise into the air.
i disappear.

                                                                                                                            -Thomas Locker