Bash Bish Falls

 

The water cascades
As over the shoulder a woman’s braids
to a crystal, almost bottomless pool
Far from the world’s mechanized tools
Here all the creatures have always drank

So for the lush growth we give thanks
Water clean as a fresh bathed babe
Colors that never fade
Oh bountiful water
Though elsewhere you may falter
Here you are abundant as the sun
Source of mankind’s you, life, and fun.

from ARRIVAL (Casa de Snapdragon, 2010).

©2009 Mary Barnet

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