Gradient of life beyond life

Small white flowers

Rich with life but short in prime

Draw the eye beyond their garlic breath

To where the river flows

Pastel greens, translucent, which

Display their hold on nothing

Yet are a cup for beauty

Shimmer on imagined, naked skin

As we, entranced by life beyond life

Forget our fear, to tread dry mud

And leaving garments, cast

Our fate into the flowing waters. 

©Stephen Tanham