The Waterfall
A tempestuous surge
Despite the plunge
Does re-emerge
Like a bride's veil
A cascading flow
To a brand new life
Far, far below
Its landing point
It cannot know
A leap of faith
Taken none too slow
From the precipice
Into the mist of unknown
An abrupt wrenching
From pleasures known
No more time to ponder
Or laze away the day
With a soaring lunge
It leaps...., and
F
A
L
L
S
...away
To once again, collect itself
And proudly meander
On its winsome way

Sharon Cunningham
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