words fail us at nearly every turn.
wrapped in a web of ideas
about how things work
and pushed to justify inherited beliefs
which form the ground of our understanding
is it any wonder that faced
with unadorned reality
there’s nothing left to say —
and what would you offer anyway
to a waterfall that has no need
for schemes as pure water pours
from a mountain which formed
when no one was around,
and how it will stand strong
rooted in this place majestic and sure
stretching out into a timeless
count of tomorrows long
after our bones returned to dust.
