Turning Basin

If one puts their hand upon the quarried stone
that peeks out from the moss and vines
plants that may be foreign in their origin
but earnest in their current endeavor
at  disguising the perpetual efforts of man
by imitating the progress of nature.

The hum creeps, and describes in detail, grace
as if a mountain had chosen to move
and the approaching mass seems gentle
palatable to the eyes and eager to change direction
belying the volcanic energy contained within.

As the oily water parts
mysteries are solved by letters revealing the cargo
messages of commerce revealing their partisan nature
as men scramble to further the cause
unaware of their small part in the
greater scheme of art.

As the turn is completed, one sees
the frothing energy upon the seemingly tranquil pool
putting a statement to the ambition
of the hope of the industrial cargo
hasty to meet the needs of the world while
revealing the true urgent nature of the pond
seen within the foam upon the water.

The hum does not fade, it simple ceases
and one's only reminder of the industrious
is the feel of cut stone
under one's hand.