Circles

Early morning, before dawn

rain on the water is mesmeric,

performing dances of its own,

unidentifiable steps

like nothing seen before.

Swirling, cavorting

waltzing – performing

an intricate pas de deux,

all its steps known

only to itself.

Pelting rain now

dance becomes a

battle, like throwing

small, solid pebbles

giving rise to huge

ripples in

ever

de-creasing circles.

 

July 2009 Baltimore

Jean A Isherwood Farley