Sitting Beside The Water
I sat beside a brook....
Once upon a day I sat beside a brook.
I listened to its flowing while reading from a book.
To rest my eyes a moment I glanced upon its flow.
It flowed so smoothly onward and on to fields below.
I sat beside a stream....
Once upon an evening I sat beside a stream.
And marveled at its surface in the fading sunset's gleam.
I imagined the streamlined fishes hidden therein from view.
Hitching their ride without effort while seeking something new.
I sat beside a river....
Once upon a nighttime I sat beside a river;
warmed aside a campfire without which I would shivver.
The river deep and dark was coursing to the sea.
Yet still by moonlight sprinkled it seemed to speak to me.
I stood beside an ocean....
Once upon a winter's day I stood beside the sea.
My coat, cap, scarf, and mittens snug protected me.
I felt I sensed a riddle I'd pondered more and more:
"What grows as it goes, yet is smaller than before?"
I gazed upon the universe....
Once in a short lifetime of days so quickly passed,
It seemed i'd pondered often and finally come to grasp
why comets brilliant trails are so much at one with us.
Our smiles can light the darkness, and can go without a fuss.
I lie beside a pulpit....
Just once upon this moment, as still and cold within,
I hear the fading music, the organ's dying hymn.
What did I learn from living, from books, from thoughts and such?
How much will it now matter, whether lots or not so much.
I've reached my own great ocean....
Now looking back in wonder it seems so plain to me
that I was meant to wander and carve my own journey.
As an infant small to babble like the ripples of that stream.
As a youth, like the hidden fishes, always seeking some new dream.
As that solitary camper aside that warming ember,
To live, to love, to yearn, and now almost remember,
the water's tireless movement, downhill refreshed to sea.
So, in my own life cycle, the decline has captured me.
Some captioned "picture thoughts".
© 2014 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
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