Cascade

 
My mind begins the cascade’s fall
To water somewhere down below
When I say “Yes” before the “Why?”

I’ve only pieces of it all
Though more I have no need to know.
My mind begins the cascade’s fall.

I wonder where these journeys go
And what do birds see when they fly?
There’s water somewhere down below.

Beneath that water-wonder I
Might understand the cascade’s call
When I said “Yes” before the “Why?”

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme of “cascade” and a poetic form called “cascade”.

Incline at Manitou Spings. What looks like the top is just the beginning or so it seems when you get there.