​Words come
unbidden,
flow
free and clear.
Like
mountain streams
coming from on high
and finding
their way here.
Blending,
with cold fresh
waters
that cascade
in spectacular
waterfalls.
I am baptized
by the spray,
captivated
by the
rainbow splendor
of it all.
Words pool
in reservoirs,
in dappled sunshine,
in shaded ponds.
Sometimes
when I reach
for them,
they run through
my fingers
like water,
gone.

M. Zane McClellan

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