A Still Running

the way
leaves float
not moving
caught, speared
by rock, pent up;
the way
one leaf
burns, upright,
a gentleman
among ladies;
the way
pebbles collect
like gossips
chattering rock-
bottom news;
the way
water eddies,
swirls, then
flows, falling
down stream;
the way
silver sky
pocks a pool,
a mirror
shadowed by
sinuous rivulets:
the way
my mind
tumbles &
steadies &
races &
pauses &