I See

A talent for birth canals,

the rivers run deep.

No ship on mission states,

a canoe narrows in.

Hold the paddle,

the torrent of the turns.

A Waterfall will crash,

in beautiful fall.

No fear will answer,

the deafening call.

White water will froth,

like anger does rise.

The babbling stones,

the crashing rocks.

Water will run!

Patience, Seeking.

A gentle pass,

the curve I brake,

and it all repeats,

until the ocean

"I see".

K.A.P.

6/23/2009