I reached the place where the water fell
And it struck me.
Something about The Fall…
The water – why –
It has no Fear at all.
Glorious in it’s trusting, perfect fall.
Jumping joyously, vibrantly
Right off the base of sturdy rocks;
Off the stone place – constantly there supporting
The endless leap…
Tumbling down like a soft ghost
Whose spirit has been freed
And whose essence evaporates into
Whipsering to me as I stand in awe:
Observing my own