Water Droplets
Contemplating the cascading, emerald-tinged alpine stream;
Swirling around the boulders before spilling over the edge,
Dropping a hundred feet, landing in a small pool of deliciously clear water,
Showing off the colored pebbles at the bottom,
Meandering onward through the babbling brook.
I stand back and take a snapshot
of this segment of the stream’s passage
An image which I name,
“Montana Waterfall.”
I take a few steps in to get a closer view,
Trying to focus on a single water droplet.
The speed amazes me as it ping pongs off the sides of rounded granite blocks
Free-falling through the air….Wheeee!
It then pounds the water’s surface
Jetting deep into the pool,
Bouncing back to the top.
This tiny droplet finally is able to slow down a tad,
Basking in the sunlight
Making its way to the outflow
Onward, on its journey to the ocean.
Each swirl,
Each curve,
Each jump,
Too fast
Too dynamic
Too close
To take a snapshot
Contemplating a life
Any life,
My life.
Each moment,
Each juncture…
Rocky or serene,
Huge leaps... quiet meanderings.
Too fast
Too dynamic
Too close
To take a snapshot
Theresa Cardiello
Theresa
Cardiello moved west from the flatlands to the mountains decades ago and has
filled her Montana days with art of one form or another. She retired from a
career as a mental health therapist, then took a break from teaching art
classes and piano lessons during the Covid season and took a dive into another
art form - creative writing.
in my view poetry should capture beauty whenever possible. this is beauty in this poem.
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