Sitting On A Wall At The Shore In Backwaters Of India Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waves as they come towards the wall I'm sitting on,
reflecting light so perfectly and gently, a rolling
show of light perpetrated by nature and shown to
this mere poet.

Shadows waving in the darkness, pushing thoughts be-
neath the surface of the water, tree branches leaning
over as if to get a drink from the water below it.

Never reaching it's depths, while all the soundless
silence devastates daylight with it's very mystical
essence.

Stirring passion within, giving my poem a purpose,
possibly wondering what is flowing below the waves,
curious as to what could be there.

Unable to see a thing from above where I'm sitting
upon a wall, enjoying the total wonder filling me
with joy in the backwaters of India tonight.