The Immutable Roar
the soft mist and the hard crash of Niagara Falls
The August heat dared not to touch this place,
Yet Autumn chill and fine mist held sovereignty;
Masses, stood frozen by furious pace,
Transfixed by a powerful purity;
I, envious of the unabashed force,
Sought pity from primordial nature;
Perchance to drink in some strength from Gaia?
Ah, no mist could cleanse a fool's character!
The immutable roar drowns my darkness;
I recall that water is mutable;
The roar is constant, water capricious;
In this one moment I am immoveable;
I left that park, the chill, and the mist's hold,
But I kept that roar, and the fortune water told.