Stream

Jumble stumble, waves and sounds

some back and forth, over heads they go

to meander between, sometimes besides

all those women, men and children

who are rocks laying in the stream,

and flowing against the current

cutting closely, sometimes collide

suddenly spinning, turning around

to find at last an island,

a resting place

at riversides

or just a little creek

some water paddling pleasure

                                                                                           

a beach full of gapers

pirates who are amused with salt

from drops till foam of the waves

is on their lips

and every beachcomber handful loaded

is parting company to go back home

maybe they’ll come again

we’ll see next year.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

27/11/2014