MIRRORING THE SKY

The still river swept gently by the wind,

now motionless whisps,

except for the ripples from the rain,

precipitously prescient.

Medusa's memories,

bring a pulse to the aeonic,

revisiting salience,

mirroring the sky.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder