by the flukiness of the way 
the waterfall carved long ago

river wanders it’s fluid self
dances an anxious waltz
with rocky shore

winds through mountain valley
laughs its gurgle
over soft-spoken boulders
slows to trickle

in moon shaped bend
where trout
wiggle rainbow selves
lone hawk above

stoic and hungry
but river currents on
liquid ribbon knows only

to surge, to ebb
and what motive
what reason

sages say there is none except
maybe a ponderable
revealing to some

that the past is never where
you think you have left it

Marianne Lyon has been a music teacher for 43 years. After teaching in Hong Kong, she returned to the Napa Valley. She is published in various literary magazines and reviews including Ravens Perch, TWJM Magazine, Earth Daughters and Indiana Voice Journal. She was nominated for the Pushcart prize in 2017. She is a member of the California Writers Club and an Adjunct Professor at Touro University in California.