The Little Waterfall Poem by Stan Petrovich

waterfalls enlighten
they are the king of the old elements
so fire speaks & wind & earth
but each of them are liars
nevertheless water is too simple to lie
simplicity is the key
moving water to flood
is the winds fault
tsunamis require the push of the earth
to run aground & devastate
and fire opposite fire
is the sizzling foe of the shredded toe
& one must be victorious over the other
or the world indeed would end in fire

i know
well not much more than a seep it is
in the sonoran desert
with a natural seat below for contemplation
raised ground & rock merely
from which you could listen & hear talking water

i do not become enlightened by that tinkle
because
look at me now
bedraggled & unclean
i know i will never find the place again
and i fret
but i recall some of what it implied
it motioned to the elements above
it hinted at the beauty of the flittering white dove
that happened nearby
its shadow eerily cast onto the cacti
and in the end it showed me a rainbow
ultimate gift
and foretold that things are there
of which we are stultifyingly unaware