Where once it streamed
Life pouring over the precipice
In torrents of me
A most magical tumbling
If one accepts it
Of liquid and light
A return to the womb
Cocooned in a separate reality
This curtain of creation falls
Upon a rock-strewn stage
There is no avoiding it
I await the last connection
The hardest landing
Before the water
Washes me away
It began as a trickling like rain on a summer’s night running down a window. Without noticeable change, the water gurgled and giggled as though a river building to the sea. When it roared through every sense, a bestial thing, a god, I knew the truth: the flood had come.
Blue is the colour
Dark reflection of above
Hiding life’s riches
Author’s Note: I took this picture myself after visiting some ponds I hadn’t seen for twenty-five years. It was lovely to see them now a nature reserve and cared for.
A pond attack for breadcrumbs
Don’t mess with the ducks
"Doesn't it scare you swimming in here?"
"Nothing to worry about. The sharks ate the piranhas, alligators ate them, crocodile them, that was messy, and then a mad hippo went and killed all that was left."
"So it's just you and the hippo."
"No, she's busy doing the washing up."
She peered through a frill of willow tendrils dark eyes glaring. Tied to the river as she'd been the sea, the girl's tail flashed a silver dagger.
I'm ashamed to say I ran when all she wanted was a friend. I dream about her still when the spring tides come.
The angled sunlight made mirrors of the water, the sky below as above. It was like sailing between worlds in neither one realm nor the other, a breath held. My small boat made passage as though on that final trip we all must take. If so, what a wonderful departure.
Author's Note: as almost all my pictures, this is from Pixabay due to no attribution being required. But I just had to say WOW!
Only in reflection are the true colours of nature seen. Hidden from prying eyes beneath satin sheets of glasslike liquidity a red sun tumbles. Mountain peaks and valley depths capture the sunset saving the last sheen of another day for the thankful fish. All good things to those who wait.