It’s a kinaesthetic thing,

The energy.

A plunging torrent.

Punching.

Angry water swirls

Slapping the rocks.

The sound of fury.

Such exciting violence.

 

In awe- I gaze.

Always the voyeur.

The power of falling

Coupled with surrender.

The struggle to let go.

 

By Fiona Lochhead Feb 2012

 

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