Babylon Brook

Is what I feel sometimes I am…

hiding in the reeds somewhere

where the gurgle I sometimes

recognize as my voice is sending

somekind of message out where 

there are people. It really has an

ancient feel….earth and water in

proximity and mixed…as the 

metaphor for my mind.

Trapped in a simulacrum of what

I thought I should be, or, a replica

of what I thought I once was.

(That’s a twenty buck phrase there,

Dude, step up)

A brook, with it’s rocks is like a Calder

gazebo, where the motion is constant, 

frozen….like so many people’s lives.