This Morning
When
the light came down
on the yellow building
with the red roof
it came down softly
pushing the shadows
away
Sitting at my window I
asked old
unanswerable questions
And thought of Heraclitus
and his ever changing
stream
And I Thought of how I have
traveled through years
of streams and brooks
seeing shadows on the
water
And I wanted to be
(this day) always grateful
for the light
knowing the darkness
it so skillfully hides
And grateful too for
the shadows
Grateful for the cool water
of the stream on my feet
after so long a journey.