|Unblighted, walking insurmountable earth,|
Bewailing unknown blights;
Forgetting none, but none was known,
Waters flow unheeded, unhindered,
But obstacle stones rocks crease
The surface rippled.
Then you meet and talk,
Reach and hold, yes hold
(not always alone),
Love a few, fail the rest,
Overt unknowing manifest.
When water into ocean flow,
Though we cry, we have the River.
|Jed Biesiada - Huntington Beach,
August 7, 1999