Watching water

Molten water
forming
and re-forming
around the stones.

No beginning,
or endings –
a continuous flow
of life.

Movement
inviting stillness,
a pause for
renewal.

I love watching water.

Standing in the brook, observing from the little wooden bridge over the ford, or looking across the lake.

As a child, my best time was either in or beside water. Being held and carried along by something so elemental.

I never tire of hearing water or watching it move, being absorbed into the flow.