Invisible Nature Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staring into space, leaving mind marks to keep place.
Wondering silently aloud of all things invisibly
thought or heard.

Thinking, like water cascading over mountain walls,
rushing, splashing, pushing thoughts and images down-
stream through white water's frothy imagination.

Searching abstract views, dislocating constant words,
placing them on edges of canoes, as they hurriedly
slide through rocks and canyon walls, with views of
poetry slicing drops of water, falling quickly into
interesting poems.

Afterward, rowing to shore to camp peacefully over-
night, needing the soft soothing sounds of water
flowing by in dimly lit, semi-waking hours before
sleep.