Another Monday prompt comes from the Ragtag Daily, and it’s – Cascade. To write it, I went back in time to a cascading fall I visited and the emotions it evoked. That was a magnificent view and experience, naturally, and one I cannot forget. Despite the grandeur of the site, crowds were particularly potent in ruining the moment. You know how it is – you wait in line to stand on that special photo spot. You have to accept all the noise produced by the rest of the world who are there at that time. Music, commentaries, arrogance, even barbecue smells are invariable companions to such trips. If you can, you ignore it. If you cannot ignore it, you try to forget it.
Cascade
One step, a waterfall,
another step, a pond.
But can you see the tiny bridge
arching over the wet turmoil?
The sound is deafening,
the scenery inspires awe.
The green and blue and white
of the violent stream,
studded with those random stones
coming into view from time to time.
All that stops my breath
and then I lose it.
Cascading falls sing on
their unending song
of a world that is passing by –
a world so careless and so divine.
© 2024, soulmary
