Calling Waters

The ease of flow in the waters -

Currents moving - cascading - falling;

Gently puddling, forming, gathering -

Hasten the beaconing waters: go beyond the edge.

Eddies where inertia swirls and turns into brooks

Streaming into rampaging rivers resounding

Beyond majesties and behemoths standing

Tall along the canyons and gorges.   

Skies that transform from delightful blue

Clear and clean while the air is sick and thickening.

Grays skies began boiling into a rage - threatening

While the future awaits in a distant queue.

Thunderbolts launch - slamming the heavy air!

Everyone with dreams of immortality praying

For emancipation from death’s calling…

The consuming quietness, a portent of destruction.

The winds of change take aim in full rage

Their intentions and power are demanding

Full annihilation of all life standing.

Long hours huddled inside a hole that is a soul.

A peaceful silence awakens the new dawn

As daylight’s gentle light is redeeming.

A full sunrise begins with blue birds singing:

Alive! – we are alive to rebuild a new world. 

The ease of flow in the waters rises

While the currents cascade into the falling.

Gentle forms gather at their puddling

Hastened by the beaconing waters: Seek the edge.