Mountain Stream
The shallows, clear as sudden understanding.
Your bare pink foot hesitates into water,
Swirling mud clouds eddying upwards
Like an insignificant world destroyed
By impatient gods seeking self-justification
And acknowledgement
Through harsh vengeance.
You crouch down
With hands sculling
As you shiver in the mountain stream
That still believes it lives as snow, high
Out of reach of mere mortal hands
Looking down on this small world beneath it.
You kneel naked in shallow water
Cupped hands pouring sparkles
Of captured sunlight all over yourself
Turning your body into a mirror
I can only turn away from.
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