These are pictures at the source of Greer Spring, one the major tributary springs of Eleven Point River in southern Missouri. I wrote the poem that follows the pictures while I sat and meditated there.

BECOMING ONE
by Glenn Hall

Shimmering shadows show the leaves
dancing, prancing in the breeze;
they’re caught in Autumn’s laughing tease
preparing trees for Winter’s freeze

But she has time to take her time
to give young poets space to rhyme
and days to dream and play and climb
and meditate a muse sublime

I see her beckon from yon wood
and I would go there if I could
but water deep and swift withstood
this body flesh and bones and blood

Still, I think, she waves at me,
staying hidden beyond that tree;
yes, she waves, though I can’t see
’till I too am eternity.