Mind the Bend
Samuel Andreyev
Lighting up at last
Little stone still has no shadow
Gone again far too long
Nothing will move that is all
Cracking through the still
Till the rest moves into leaving
Singular movement must
Come to the fore once again
Mind the bend it's stirring through the valley
Standing for that which focalizes motion
Tapping the sheets to check the grain
Presentness will give
Only when a movement happens
Time resists nothing less
Than a refusing grip
Water soaks the ground
From below diverting dryness
Going on much too long
Weaving into a flaw
Mind the bend it's whirring through the reels
Little doubt it will form another pattern
Tapping the sheets to check the grain