Brock Mill Poem by Tom Billsborough

Supple dream snake, iridescent and cool,
Coiling forever to a deep, dark pool;
Forever in motion and forever still
Beyond the grasp of the skeletal mill,
Constantly sloughing on brittle stones
The skin of its waves, its sibilant sounds.

Supple dream snake, iridescent and cool,
Coiling forever to a deep, dark pool;
Creating on rock a precise sculpture
Enduring edge between past and future,
And in my mind where the past is worn
I seek the edge where peace is born.

Supple dream snake, iridescent and cool,
Coiling forever in a deep, dark pool;
I wreathe my hands in your sensuous coils
But fail to capture my Protean spoils.
For you dissolve and I am bound
Between parentheses of touch and sound.