The Rushing

The Rushing

Let’s just sit here and stare at the screen, shall we?

Let’s just sit here and stare

Thinking nothing, going nowhere

Life seems to be nothing

But a series of distracting interruptions

Destroying any sense of creativity

A giant ocean trapped by a dam of crumbling earth

How ridiculous is that?

Maybe that is the biggest frustration

Something infinite and grand

Seems powerless against a barren land

But all our great stories tell us otherwise

Often it isn’t what we see with our eyes

Often it is what we know with our hearts

Where beauty resides

Often there is the place of great freedom

The place of the unseen

Eternal hues of blues and greens

I can hear the rushing of the waters…

1/20/19