Whitewater

Whitewater
by Betsy McKenzie













My stream,
Smoothly
Sliding,
Flowed through
Silent woods.
Midway down the whispering stream,
There came a sudden change.
Big rocks, then boulders,
Riffling and crashing the
Smooth flow.

Whitewater
Mixed with air,
Flashed with light.
What was crystal,
Deep and smooth
Suddenly became
Froth, roar and splash.

Spirit forced its way
Into the watery matter.
In time, the fizz and froth,
Exhausted, subside,
Unless there comes
A sudden cliff,
More interrupting rocks,
Breaking up
My smoothly flowing
Stream.