creeky

when the creek has eyes
they sparkle
as water slides by


within water reflection
a lady in waiting
profiled by the creek


i stood where the sunlight colour and pattern of creek flow across textured stone seemed to make the most sense and isolate my sense of self in place discovered within the empty stream of thought left open to touches of inspiration to use the combination of every thing and no thing to see where a personal metaphor of me will lead