It's darker
at the top of the waterfall
like the hair atop my head.
But, it cascades down the rock face
like my beard tumbles down mine,
all white.
Is the waterfall aging?
Or am I bustling with life?
© Ganesh Eashwar
Author notes:
Whimsical questions, answers to which I don't wait for. I bustle along.
Image: Edited version of an image by OmaUte from Pixabay