The River was like smooth glass...
Not a ripple
Still
Peaceful
Quietly nourishing
Giving of itself without complaint
Then suddenly
The stillness was Fractured
A Skier
A Boat
Blasting through
Making waves
Sending the peace all askew
Confusion
Pulverizing the shore
Tearing away
even more
True Calm
never did return
Shattered
by someone
not caring that
they had churned!
No comments:
Post a Comment