Iíve stroked fast brooks

scooping under roots

in fingered fever

after agate grail

careening on dissatisfied.


Iíve been swept by torrents

mining gold against the grain

scouring the rock bed hollow

till collapse, exhausted

by the bitter scar behind.


Iíve heard angry floods

howl through empty canyons

and cataract in broken shreds

crushed in foam below

at home at last at sea.


††††††††††† Jerome L. McElroy



††††††††††† *Accepted in the Unrorean (January 2011)