Sparkling River Poem by Keith Parsons

The caterpillar’s suctioned feet keep him on a twig
If one should slip, the other feet, hanging there with him
But mossy river rocks I walk are slicker than the dew
If one foot, should come undone, the twig is under too

Softer than a lullaby my breath will bellow mute
For when one falls on water falls the sound is in dispute
The rushing roaring riverbed hides sparkling on the top
The quiet water just below holds secrets never talked

Cleansing dreams and river scenes, duality of form
And I just like the other folk, sparkle even more