The Columns
Columns small
Under the tall
Next to water
Flowing past us gently.
Flowers next to us
Chapel window ahead
Birds flying in the sky
Clouds drifting by.
Water flowing over the edge
Going to who knows where
Rocks on its ledge and sides
A hole it makes in the wall.
Yellow light
From the hole
Blue swirls all aglow.
I am a chapel
A set of columns too.
A river flowing.
All together peacefully.
Kimberly Johnson
1-8-12