Lifespring – a poem by Peter Taylor

Lifespring


All day up and down the shore the
	     wavelets
	     bubbles
	     swells
	     the crash of water-volume
	     and splash of froth
	     the salt-mist	
	     	     	  thrown
dampens the 
	     grasses
	     bay laurel
	     wild rose
	     goldenrod
	     and beech seedling
	     the ferns
	     the ferns
	     the ferns	
	     	     	  and so 
the soil drinks
	     the chipmunk drinks
	     the multitude in the soil drinks	
	     	     	  and 
	     when they are quenched, what remains
	     	     	  settles
	     works its way
	     	     	  gathers
	     to droplets
	     to seep through
	     to rivulet
	     to stream
	     to rush
	     to plunge
	     	     	  in joyful cataract
to the big water
	     returning yet again
to begin,

undiminished 
for all that
generosity.

Peter Taylor attends to inner landscapes in people and in words.  Deeply rooted in New York City and woodland, he and his husband now make their home on a Nova Scotia bluff overlooking the North Atlantic.