Salmon Brook

Wood, wind, water, wild

A bow of deadwood draws
Across strings of fresh bark.
Cricket-like vibrations, tense and terse,
Play out into the otherwise calm,
Unaware of ears in meditation.
Perversity drowns in a mattress of
Freshly un-snow-covered
Leaves and needles.

Trickle washes weary water wandering
Downward, undaunted by destiny,
Forgiving of the past;
Shrouded by bodies and arms,
So tempered with forgotten knowledge
Of the uselessness of frantic motion,
Supporting a blanket of lush
Evergreen, ever-serene.

Envy spills out from a mind,
Corrupted at every turn by
Destruction of artificial ideas,
Rarely able to look back far enough
To hear the eternal echo of the
Simple song
Of simple tension
Amidst simple calm.

 

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