a note from skógafoss

July 5, 2018 by Michael Guerin

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 unlacquered reality
there’s nothing left to say —
and what would you offer anyway
to a waterfall that has no need
for your thoughts as cold water spills
downward linked with the very mountain
which formed it when no one was around
and how it will still stand there tall and majestic
stretching out into a timeless count of tomorrows
long after your bones have turned to dust.