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 water dripping from their feet .    
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  dreaming.