Waterfalls

Waterfalls

Wash away

Winter’s dismay

still point

All things fixed

Or not

Can revere a still point

surfaces

surfaces are deceiving

the eye from receiving

the whole truth

hooks

By hook or by crook

They march in-line

Steeling the nook

childhoods

ponds and rinks they have been

better days they have seen

the old woman’s still keen

walking the talk

talking the walk

friendship is kinship

the high bar

stepping and falling

rising to one’s calling

dancing on high

slivers

the darkness is old

Be bold

and hold

out for the slivers of light

Railings

railings

can be failings

that prevent life from growing

from flowing

Oneness

friends cluster

to share the lustre

of Oneness