we're the sound water makes
when it's running from something
the heedless gurgle, you and I
the callous mass, so easy, so fleeting it
flows, in and out, rising into a quiet mist
a fog, I could never catch or quite
fully understand, how something so
vulnerable came forth from the
flowing watery roar
nothing left un-smoothed, no rock
hard-edged, no tree branch un-broken
we're nature left in constant dispute
a true victory of violence so soft
so subtle, no mountain could outweigh
the terrible sound of water
