I sat for a while
on the grassy verge of reason
dangling my thoughts
in water pools of sanity
while I plucked the shadows
from a wilting flower
and watched my memories drift
but I was disturbed
by the sound of silence
and my thoughts dived
under the water
and twirled and eddied
with the passing streams
they were pulled
by undercurrents of the past
that lifted sleeping sediments
from their beds
and I watched them
I waited for them
to burst through waves
and gulp fresh life
to choke me
Sheila Knowles
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-verge-of-reason/
