The Stream
The Stream
Pit brown, eddies like molasses
Trout, their underbellies speckled
with mottled brown marks swim
inside a subterranean world
Ceaseless the water runs
Never the same pattern
As in life the moment passes
and can never be lived again.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Mon 21st Nov 2022 10:36
Never the same pattern
As in life the moment passes
I like that; looking up at the clouds, or into a stream, never seeing exactly the same pattern - and yet there is a pattern?