observing the falls, a two part poem

like grief (part one)

i saw niagara

last week

i heard her roar

and tiny were the  birds

swooping near the bottom

while her waters 

rushed over

and

over 

Grief has to be worked through.  It is like walking through water.  Sometimes there are little waves lapping about my feet.  Sometimes there is an enormous breaker that knocks me down.  Sometimes there is a sudden an fierce squall.  But I know that many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it."  

~Madeline L Engle

*Those tiny little birds at the bottom of the falls were inspiring. They kept flying in and out of the spray, in and out of the roar, in and out…..

like comfort (part 2)

later that week

in the catskills

we found

a small

cascade

called 

mine kill falls

mine

kill?

but she 

was gentle

smoothing jagged rocks

into soft round stones

and in her quiet way

she kept coming

and coming

too

“Beauty is essential…..sometimes only beauty helps.”  John Eldrege 

“As long as i live, i’ll hear waterfalls, and birds, and winds sing.”  John Muir

*I’m with you John!  (with both of you!) :)