I walk along the water’s edge today

To frame the corners of a frayed day played out in time.

I taste the treacle of the honeysuckle 

Bloomed too soon and given voice before anything is done.

A gaggle waddles up the banks.

The goslings following chew up the doddle left by know-better elders.

I hear their trumpet calls, “To action!” ,

“Beware!”, and “Hide yourself away!”

A swift turns, flickers   above my head

And then is gone; Blended blue weds  the rippled mirror.

I see  echoes that do not last.

Eternity reveals itself in a flutter of wings skimming, leaving momentary forever trails.

The patient roar of an ancient fall

Kisses walls made by men with spray they meant to dam.

I savor the scent of ancient waters slick with the flavor of pollened grasses

A cinnamon greater than the smell humanity can erase.

The beaver slaps the water’s silence

brings to life my dalliance with the light. Darkness knows.

I feel the wind wrap His cloak about me

A welcome home to a prodigal son.

And somewhere in my sense memory I recall

There is a God.