Dryad
Catch the stream
pouring down,
dam it somehow
make a lake
or an ocean
make it something still
and deep,
instead of all this
rushing
This rushing,
all my selves
as water,
my selves
splashing
down, fragmenting
into shallowness,
cascading down
flesh and stone
Let the earth
end this falling
give form
to all this grave
shattering
capture me
pour me gently
into tender
silence
© J.L.Stanley
