Stream

after reading Richard Wilbur’s “Hamlen Brook”

     Gliding upon cascades of sound,
     the crumpled leaves that ride the rush
make visible a crystal underhush
               that gives the movement ground.

    With wreckage that its current bears,
    the stream is murmuring through a glen
surrender to the eddying amen
               of stillness it declares.

—Andrew Frisardi