Some time in 1990, I had occasion to visit the Chinese Garden at Darling Harbour (Sydney Australia, as I explained to non-Aussie posters on rap, when I first published this one). It was my first visit there and I was absolutely stunned by the whole place; it was just so calm and beautiful, despite the fact that it's in the middle of the city.
Anyway, one of the central points of the garden was a large waterfall which fell into a largish pond full of fish. I've seen waterfalls before, but this is the first one I've ever wanted to write a poem about. I think it was the setting as much as the waterfall itself. (You see - water.)
Anyway ...
Waterfall
A rich melody
caresses a body of smooth, hard granite,
slides langurously down to waiting depths.
Still waters embrace and engulf the song.
Below their surface, no trace of the union.
Yet, tiny flashes,
golden and orange,
quicksilver movements,
betray suppressed excitement,
desire unslaked.
Cathy Newberry
Copyright, March 1990.
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