The water makes apparent
progress round a stone,
and as it flows, it swirls
beneath the tide.

And as a storm comes through,
propelled by daunting winds,
it spawns a twister circling
far and wide.

And in a dream I see
young bodies falling fast,
faster than my dream
can build a net.

The air and water spin,
and so do thoughts around
a peace my young mind hasn’t
silenced yet.