I have always found my way
...
to waters' poetry ... for
I am drawn
by inspiration ... to
brooks
and springs ... that I can
step across with ease
I am drawn ...
to capricious creeks that
vanish and return
to rivers-of-change ... as
constant ...
as a mountain range ...
though in winter ... shrouded ...
beneath ... ice and snow
I am drawn ...
to lakes and to lake ponds
and to lagoons ...
to oceans ... to the deep
abiding sea
I have always found my way
...
to waters' poetry ... and
go there still ...
and often now
it comes to me
I close my eyes … remember … and it comes to me
in the purl and ripple of
a phrase
in the crash and swirl
that stirs expression
in the ebb and flow of
lapping waves
upon a jagged shore or
sandy beach
along a stony bank or tall
grass knoll
beside a crooked creek or
vast blue sea
I close my eyes
and I am there ... in
waters' poetry
© 2019 Wendy Bourke
