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.