by Charles Carreon
October, 2018
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So many have gone over the edge.
I hear their cries of terror and exultation
As the current sweeps them over the lip,
Their rafts tossing below in the currents.
Some are lost in the first event,
Some battle on downstream,
Shooting rapids,
Splashing through canyons,
Borne on by the waves.
Alone, I remain here in my canoe,
In a lake of pristine freshness,
Within the rainbow veil wreathing the falls.
The pool of the present,
Overflowing, creates the stream of time.
Before it all starts, I remain,
In a place where a goddess could sit
Making presents of flowers and light,
Releasing them in the flow,
To blossom in time.