this is a personal observation in regard to water versus rock: I think of myself as a multi colored, multi surfaced rock tumbling and bouncing through the watery stream of life. Sometimes I get lodged up against a larger rock, a stuck in place rock, but the flow of the water dislodges me and I once again roll with the current. The sound of the stream is what is attractive to me; the tinkling, laughing sound of freedom, freedom to move on, freedom to stay in place, freedom to temporarily float in a still pool, and then freedom to catch that current and move on to whatever comes next.

when the light is flashing...

at night

deep

in the wrinkled cloth of night,

the stoplights flash,

a plea for help...

as furtive shadows creep

denying kindness

faith

and healing.

the sounds of metal scaping

metal.

and odor of wet asphalt,

releasing thin

curvaceous

tendrils,

recede into the night noise

static recede

perfume of night

recede

flashing lights

recede.