Falling Water

I wonder
what's behind the hello
when you wink
and tilt your head
in that way you have.

When you laugh
that laugh
and hug and kiss
and touch
the elbow or the hand
of the one
who listens.

I wonder
what's behind the water
when it falls?
Cascading violently
down the path
it has created.

Looking sweet
and refreshing and effervescent
as it pummels away
at the rock
that receives the beating
so gracefully.

My heart could be a rock
stoic and elegant
taking in the flow
that pours
turbulent from your spirit.

If only I could be sure
and stop always
wondering
What's behind the hello.