Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy <br />waterspouts. Psalm 42 <br /> <br />The waterfall in sunlight is God <br />talking to herself. Her voice <br />poured into the trees asks <br />nothing, to prove nothing, <br />and her way of asking <br />says by overflowing what <br />may not be said. The stream <br />unbroken at the rock’s <br />edge bursts with downflung <br />beads where daylight bursts <br />and drops. Though deaf, I listen <br />through my shoesoles, through <br />the stone ledge, into the water, <br />thrumming, into the spray and light.<br /><br />Brooks Haxton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deaf-7/
