Would be simple to forget about it all,

those ruminating thoughts symptomatic

of a lost soul keeping it to themselves.

Yet somewhere along the river

is a calm little surge pooling up

just out of reach in a deep chasm.

It’s like all that spilling through

our mind, we can’t really control

its path or even sense of resistance.

Will wait until the waters calm

before we might ever reveal what

it is, that will silence our provocations.

There is always a melody that plays

sweet inside a hidden treasure of truth.