waterfall lace
covering the rocks below
unsure of destination or homes only rented
suddenly abandoned
moving on

coursing through etched river roads
water falling offers eternal ethereal sounds
pushing and sliding filling every space
the rush of a quiet sweet heart
memory taken over in hopeful peace

the call of the wild
forgotten for awhile
believe me
troubles follow me
burdened by this world

I pack up a two person tent
I launch a two seated canoe
repeating to myself
love waits
but I find only sandy shores

the call of earth and water
sky winds speak to me
eternal calls
I remember to return here
grounding my spirit and soul ~

found along these falling waters