I've made my cascades
Reminding myself of my pace
And the placement of my feet
I couldn't pretend for long
That this was strictly for the joy
There was sovereignty in my movement
I couldn't misplace myself
Until I did
Headfirst into the waterfall
White foam became a crystal blue
The purest form of panic tingled my toes
And guilt filled my eyes
When I fell headfirst into a seafoam green
Gratified by the water
Calm now after the storm -that is me-
I am accepted
One with the current
©joypond
J