Great Thoughts

night’s brightening sparks

Aqua Sapiens masses,

floods the artery;

a green and brown conduit;

rushing to the mouth

falling free in swirls,

Gigantic, blue-brown whirls,

joining the others.

And My rock, immovable

breaking currents

birthing brief eddies

Aqua Sapiens made

to babble, gurgle and go,

leaving naught,

Neither word nor thought,

only ripples.

author's note -

unrevised, 2002

sometimes the words and ideas

come too fast.