And One Moment After...

Harnessing a storm,
I sometimes churn out
a chunk of ice; somewhere
down the sightless stream,
chip by chip
it sails away

The passing of those clouds
like a blanket in the gray;
be streaming down,
they also will

Even the morning fog
has to touch the ground
pouring forth its load,
every single day!

by Ena Nin

Comments (1)

a strong poem with good rhythm, Ena