I fall
A cascade
Out of the mist
Down the rocky narrows
Seeking the still
Cool waters
Their calm
But there is no pool
Only the decline
Until I am reduced
To a trickle
Then
nothing
I fall
A cascade
Out of the mist
Down the rocky narrows
Seeking the still
Cool waters
Their calm
But there is no pool
Only the decline
Until I am reduced
To a trickle
Then
nothing
From peak to valley
He tumbled
A pebble
In the tumultuous runoff
Of his own emotions
Finally released
In the awakening spring
After a long, cold winter
Of isolated dissociation
He lay there
For a while
In the rocky bed
His torrent gouged
Through valley floor
Then stood
Shook off pain
Shouldered the burden
Of recovery
So began the work
To break new trail
Back to the peaks
Water of life
Cuts into stone
Reveals depths
To be plumbed
A hard journey down
A harder journey back
Rewards every step
Even the most painful
Though the paths I see
Attain neither peak nor pass
Trapped in this valley of lassitude
Breathe
Like coming up for air
In the tumult
Of crashing surf
Before the wave
Takes me under
It is the grey world of the mundane
Which confounds my seeking
Where everything which casts a shadow
Seems lighter than the darkness