Still Waters

Still waters run deep, so the saying goes,
and that depth is vast and rich, it is so believed.
Diving into the richness is where treasure can be found.

It is true that still waters can be intriguing, hiding silently
nights of fog and moon shy nights, blinding day's light
under mossy crevasses and shiny, smooth rock.

But still waters run also dark, making diving there
a risky job, and a clear path is elusive and unsure.
Like the octopus's ink, perception is easily lost.

Clear waters babble like springtime brooks,
running along the surface where fresh grass grows,
and frogs sing their love's delight under starry skies.

The fog lifts easily on bright, shallow water,
and flowers grow where bees take flight on honeyed wings,
while deep below still waters silence the sun's reach.

So it is with the human heart, some run deep and dark,
some sing with the warmth of summer's joy,
while others still walk the tightrope between night's shade and dawn's spark.

It is a mystery only Cupid could conceive to make the two decide
to walk the same path, presenting no end to love's challenges on this taxing raft.
On this stage where the dueling sailors long for the forgiving shore,
the gods take bets with impatient clocks.   


Trudi Ralston.
February 23th, 2016.
For all those brave souls who dared the leap
into the uncertain waters of love's coves and waterfalls.