White Rapids Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slowly meditating, calmly finishing daily tasks on
memory lane.
Stepping to the wayside, allegorically situating
speech on bows of sailboats being swept out to sea,
unknowingly reaching for wind-swept reasons.
Innate logical mysteries are being thrown aside, as
uncommon sense rinses itself from reality's store-
room, taking all language and sending it downstream
in major white rapids of unseemly attitudes.