Mountain Stream

The mountain stream  
bubbling towards the sea,  
silver in the evening light
crossing hills and far away.
I lay, my head close to the
dancing water its message clear,  
all round chaos that is nature,  
above, clouds drift white and soft,  
towards the sea black clouds loom,  
deer nervous as they graze.
Swans take flight across the lake,  
wakes of dripping water from their feet
Otters on the shore and nature sleeps.
I cross the stream stoop to drink
hands cupped... intoxicated.
No thoughts no plans for tomorrow,  
chaotic, a child-hood puzzle
myriad pieces, never still or silent,  
peace beyond all understanding.