BLOSSOMS FROM MIST

the waterfall tumbles,

        sprays and refreshes

a gaggle of oldsters
who chatter like mystics

stumbling with grit

as they blossom

from mist.

        

         replenished by this curtain

         of friendship and moisture,

      

         they spread well-seasoned wisdom,

         mischievous grins,

         broad wings of inclusion

across a base of granite and schist.

while the rest of us, wet ears alert,

enter quietly

to learn and to listen.