Friday, June 13, 2008

Water's Words


Let’s move. Or let’s sit still.
Let’s hurry. Or take it slow.
Let’s rush like there is no tomorrow, fumbling, rustling, stilling.
Let’s give and take both.
Let’s feed. Let’s search. Let’s flow to the deepest of sources.
Let’s be, without doubt or choice.
Let’s create.
Let’s wait for the visitors of our shores.

2 comments:

Nanci Phelan said...

That is a gorgeous Peony photo and your poem is still and lovely with just a quirk!!! You're a poet and you know it, don't blow it.

Nagmeh Phelan said...

Who can believe that Peony grew in our backyard?