the over crushing swell of it

moving above creaking aching staircases

to gaze over the deluge of snow

thrown around by the flurry of white water

becoming mist and air and indistinguishable  from the elements,

the infinity of its course

the water’s journey from the glacier’s hidden purity,

captured, momentarily, suspended,

in a noisy tumult,

crashing with its comrades, to the pool below,

painful, even, to imagine it’s casual demise,

only to find,

It become the pool, never staying, becoming expanding streams,

froth and foam at its exhault

I watch from above, the birds sweep from side to side, their homes nestled in the cliff face,

As the labored onlookers gather over, whatever feelings push them to move up the long staircase,

be it for a commemorative memory or a sense of gazing over, of engaging in the thought of, perhaps, being water themselves, to go over the edge and slip, plummet to indistinguishable below,

And beyond the watery horizon,

lies beds of snow and mystery,

humans becoming shadowy small figures,

anonymous and masked trespassers into nature’s thankless gallery.