The Waterfall

                                      The Waterfall

                          There are pebbles in my shoes,
                          and burrs hanging on the cuffs of my
                          chinos, as I wander. The wind chafes
                          my face, while the sun sneeks it's rays
                          through a sky full of clouds. Down the path,
                          a creek matures into turbulent waters.
                          I'm standing at the edge and so in awe.
                          The magnificent water falls with no regard
                          to me at all. I absorb the roar deep in my
                          bones, lift my face to the spray, spread
                          my arms out and let it baptize me,as I fall
                          . . . . . .into a new life.