Whether it be in a mighty rushing wind or in the gentle breeze, I hope that these words uplift your spirit, lead you to consider life from a fresh perspective, and warm your soul like a cup of tea on a winter's eve (or anytime of year for that matter).

Friday, October 1, 2010

"Spouts"

(Composed at the Getty Center
In September 2010).

Nestled ‘neath the stairs
Alone at a table for four
Listening to the bubbling
Water pouring from dozens
Of spouts in the fountain
Gushing day and night
Always in the same spot
Time after time
Constantly flowing
Perfectly in sync
In one long row
As marching soldiers
Never turning to the side
Yet standing side by side
No interaction
No relationship
Just spouts shooting
Springs of recycled water
Always kept pristine
Remaining untouchable
Save by the curious toddler
Or the starry-eyed lover

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