In Motion.
Tumbled in random the rocks
wet with river
stay well on course as water
pours over fingers
against swaying willows and
pausing it carves
hollows where fish flash fins.
Tiny white stones singing so
prettily trill low as
stream dashes to ocean with
roar in its hearing
for the bolt of its going shows
it has run there before
and longs to roar deeper with
high-breaking dancers
performing wild catapults by
beck\'s counter-flow
for liquid in dynamic motion
begets molten magic.