While Waiting at the Honda Dealership a Customer Reflects on His Dream

water crashes and lunges
down a cliff-face.

flotsam suitcases gleam
in sunshine, their travelers
long gone.

as mystery unravels,
a flood-storm chaos
once plunging, now quiet.

the wind whispers one question--

'what's left after wildness?'

this old heart dances its answer--

"sandstone that shimmers,
puddles that thrum."