As I Sit Back, a poem
If I sit back
I see things unfolding
Like fabric cascading down in slow motion
Folds and ripples
Growing larger in their circles
Circular ripples in the water
Unfolding against the grassy Banks
Against The River's Edge
The shore of the lake
The splash of a waterfall
Slowly
Falling
Each drop its own yet part of the whole beauty
Without that small drop everything would be different
I can't see the folds
The water droplets
The curtain like ripples
The cloth like movements
When I'm too close
When I'm only the drop of crystal rain
When I'm only the one bubble floating down the stream
When I'm just one ring of the ripple being carried to somewhere I can't see
But as I expand
My small circle growing larger
Picking up more water as I roll out into the new folds of fabric
I sit back and see
There is something
Much larger here than me