Leaning Into A Picture Of Nature In India Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Water lapping at my mind, touching rhythms of nature while
flowing just below me on the wall, blue lights traveling
across the water in the distance.

Looking like the bluened light always within me as I write
poetry, slowly moving in it's own good time, leading to a
place that I'll never know or find out.

Wonder jumping up and down, wanting to find out, curiosity
rising into the atmosphere as I continue to watch, leaning
into the picture of nature here in India.

An amazing energy letting self fall into the light where I
lose myself totally and completely as bay water continues
to inspire me throughout this night of darkness.

Lights now gone from sight, yet remaining in my mind's eye,
quietly reminiscing in this little poem of motion, just
moments in time, playing chords of an individual rhythm.

Solemn and silent joy and elation are pouring within me, no
stopping in sight, now smelling the fish below the surface,
coming to my nostrils on wings of gentle breezes as I write.