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?