Water

Scott Whitby, 2023

She is a loud river

rapid and violent slamming

again and again against the stones that can't hide

She is so hurried, upset - unsatisfied

Crushing along,

never looks back and hardly forward or

knowing she scallops the Earth,

leaving it naked,

bare and forsaken

Then a blue lake

contemplative and reflecting

the Sun and the clouds and God and all the sky keeps

with secrets so deep

She is silent now with

so much that she says

Knowing the journey here was hard...

and worth the prize

She is satisfied