The surfacing of my poetic soul, indeed all poetic souls wait in the depth of the waters watching as rippled surfaces above sparkle within the light of day. Oh, it is that sparkle that inspires thrusts of light, burnished and blossomed. Walking beings and all such natures of inspiration the wind varies through the depths of flowing currents. How can one describe the nature of those poetic reaches of another I do not know. It is within the light’s reflections, the feelings of touched gravity that occurs whenever and wherever and so much the joy of this world. S. Kamber