Come winter, the water will freeze
The water will stop spinning
Power will die.
E-motion will rest.
It rises up from the water in spring
and thrusts forward
everything that was still and hidden.
It looks pretty flowing downward,
Though carrying wastes from deep-
No one can tell.
When cleansed by rain
The motion gets freer; faster,
Sometimes too fast.
The power generated can be overwhelming;
Breaking is easy then.
Damage can propel it forward,
Only for a step backward.
Movement then becomes slow;
Power drains
White foam ceases to spray
Beauty is lost…
The water may just as well be frozen.
Written 9/11/92