Brook

BROOKS

NO BROOK IN MID WINTER THAW
EVER LOOKS THE SAME
FROM ONE BROOK TO ANOTHER
THEY NEVER LOOK THE SAME
EVEN THE SAME BROOK
DAILY VISITED
NEVER LOOKS THE SAME

IT’S AS IF GOD HAD HAD A ZEN MOMENT
A SATORI
AN ENLIGHTENMENT
AND THEN HAD WRITTEN
IN AN ARABESQUE STYLE
UPON THE ICE THAT COVERED THE BROOK
AND WHERE HE TOUCHED IT
IT BECAME WATER
EACH ONE DONE
WITH THE CASUALNESS
OF AN ARTIST
PLYING HIS TRADE

EACH ONE OF GOD’S CREATIONS
IS UNIQUE
AS WE ARE UNIQUE
TAKEN FROM NOTHINGNESS
TO BEING
BY GOD’S WRIT
BY HIS WORD
BY HIS NEED TO BE LOVED

SO HE CREATES LOVERS
THAT HE MIGHT GAZE UPON THEM
AS I GAZE UPON THE BROOK
THE DIFFERENCE IS
THAT GOD WISTFULLY HOPES
THAT THE LOVER
WILL LOVE HIM IN RETURN

FRANK A. VOLLMER