Saturday, May 31, 2014


Song of a waterfall, sound of a bath,
hair, hand, face, lash, back, toes,

lingering dream of a pan on the stove,
shaker full of finely ground stone,

lovely each grain, a fairy tale road,
you looking back as all of it flows.


Jan said...

Wonderful and amazing how your mind works, William...I so enjoyed this :))

William Michaelian said...

Did you, Jan? Thank you. I’m glad. It just sort of went where it wanted to, while I followed along.