The Medley of Forms
Like a bolt of silk unrolled
in all it's richness,
Like the South Fork in May,
here a snag
there a rocky turbulence,
All out of control
this smooth flowing force of nature,
And is it a fabric
a river
or my mind
that catches on a thread
splashes against boulders
swirls round and round
in the eddy
before surrendering
onward
to the flow?