"Waterfall"
I wrote this at age 16
It’s motion, all motion
almost pushing you down with it’s force.
All around it rushes against each side,
cool, clear, dark and deep
Solid, the rock stands, not swaying or sliding,
sturdy, upright and moist.
The movement of the water is repetitive, reaching forward, then receding again.
The edges channel the swift current,
making pools of rushing tide.
Like a window into another time,
light shines down into it’s depths.
A gentle spray washes all thoughts
away down it’s great falls.
It seems to stir the mind and ready the heart.
Steady it roars
with slapping and rumbling energy from it’s great force.
There’s no other sound heard,
nothing can over power it.
Folding and curling over each obstacle
with each new flow, a different hue.
At top it is light and golden
yet down, way down deep below
it’s darkest range is viewed.
The rocks
like tired animals
lie motionless in the sun.
Soaking in the afternoon rays.
Dry and sharp
their images appear unmoving, unchanging
and time is all that can alter them.
Boston Thek Im...
Thanks Chris for the support