Saturday, January 23, 2010


When I write, my watery mind flows down,
out my fingers through the ink,
splashing on to the page.
I see a fish jump,
an idea flashes by my eyes.
Will i remember it,
until I find the ink?
I see trout spawning in a creek,
wishing mating were that easy.
I feel thunder in my ears
from a waterfall
gushing out of a volcanic hillside in Hawaii.
I want to have it pound down on me and clear away
the fearful thoughts.
I walk, tempting ocean waves to lick my toes,
wishing I could learn to surf
and be right there in the heart of the beast.

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