The Stream
Jun. 12th, 2003 06:06 pmThe Stream
I am a mountain stream.
What you see is clear and shallow
with the occasional waterfall,
just for texture.
You think you can cross me
without ever getting your knees wet
By stepping on my soundest flooring.
You think I am passive,
and I am, where you have found me.
But you have not come down the mountain
with me and you don't know
how deep I am
or what life teems beneath my surface
or when your next step
will be the price you pay
for your misjudgments.
This was written by Veronica A. Shoffstall. I've posted another of her poems here a while ago. I just found her page with many other poems here. She's lovely. That is all.
I am a mountain stream.
What you see is clear and shallow
with the occasional waterfall,
just for texture.
You think you can cross me
without ever getting your knees wet
By stepping on my soundest flooring.
You think I am passive,
and I am, where you have found me.
But you have not come down the mountain
with me and you don't know
how deep I am
or what life teems beneath my surface
or when your next step
will be the price you pay
for your misjudgments.
This was written by Veronica A. Shoffstall. I've posted another of her poems here a while ago. I just found her page with many other poems here. She's lovely. That is all.