Water Fall

Steady beat of water 
tipping from above 

parting my greying hair

rivulets tracing their way 

down my slender neck to wash over the fragile cliffs of my shoulders, sliding down the strength of my arms 

dripping from worn fingertips 

sheeting down my back 

between a small boney outcropping of my winged shoulder girdle 

like a lost river finding it’s way 

through moistening bumpy plain

my curving spine lending focus to the water fall

bouncing from arcs of solid hip bones

gently surfacing over soft fleshy mounds 

water warmed sliding down resting thighs, 

tapping gently behind soft waking knees 

leaving spray drops rising up in the mist of water falling 

soft gurgles curl down the drain 

carrying day-night debris of matter and energy 

to sluice away into nothingness.

“There is deep wisdom within our very flesh, 

if we can only come to our senses and feel it.”
~ Elizabeth A. Behnke