Water Over Rocks
A sacredness in water
over rocks.
Motionless until
the current lifts
or bears down wearing.
A creek a lake a river
constant shaping,
slow renewal,
refining all to smoothness
below the churning force above.
Lost in the swirling,
change comes measured in
eons not years.
Standing over pebbles,
I am small.
1 Comment
Leroy Sedgwick
May 16, 2008Read all the poems listed here, and enjoyed them. Your writing is great.
However, I noticed that my name was misspelled (my fault from a former reply). And am trying to change the e.mail address. Hope that this works.
PaPaw