• Fe Robinson


Foaming, bubbling, a gushing brook

chatters gleefully

as it navigates the rocks

Full of irreverence

It finds the path of least resistance,

the simplest route

as it makes it’s own way forth

No rules apply, no reason

Only down, down, drop by drop

Eternally in motion,

path decided by the landscape

there is no mind, no thought,

only flow

Jolly, calming as it is,

it may seem frivolous

And yet its impact is profound

As drop by drop it shapes and moulds,

changing the landscape forever

The conversation is endless

Banks, bed, and flowing brook

Connected, synchronous

Without each other

they do not exist

A waterfall tumbles in freefall


it is in a process of becoming

Above, the sun shines

Clouds pass by

And below, the river of life flows on

Fe Robinson, 2009

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