Saturday, August 28, 2010

Waterfall


Water thunders over
the cut-rock lip of a higher bluff.
Mist rises from the pool below.

All of this is slowly wearing away
under the weight and pendulum of time.

But what is time?
Just a sliver of eternity.

What is eternity?
The absence of time.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Ellipses

Crawl into that cavern
Behind the waterfall
That shreds falling light
Into diamond prisms.

Hang like an opossum
Letting blood rush to
The head so even a frown
Turns into a smile.

Reaching into the flow
Risks stopping time,
Pulling the body down
And away in a flood.

[Disposable Poem August 29, 2010]
Dr, Mike