Flowing
Stream—you bathe the earth,
your sounds soothing, changing
yet constant while trickles and bubbles
rise to my being, there with you
Waves—this beach as your destination
slowly joining the sands, retreating
to rise again somewhere in the distance
in the ocean, in the middle of everywhere
Water—you give to all, life,
breath, air, capturing raptures
playing this concert of melodies
we don’t know, we just are, here
as you are, flowing.
By Lynne A. McNamara
