The Falls
by Wanda Galey


We hear the mighty Niagara Falls drawing us like a magnet. Its song, a singing siren. Now we see, and it takes our breath away. The railing protects us from the danger of falling. Together we stand — one with the power of water before us. We feel its rhythm — its pulse.

But alone with our thoughts churning, water spraying our faces. You seem enraptured with the view. Many languages being spoken around us — noise almost deafening. The language of the heart whispers. Do you hear?

near the edge

jagged rocks below —

a diving gull cries