This afternoon the moors have all but released
Recent rain into the come-again gullies
Feeding streams. The waterfall is hitting
A river in spate, white sound punctuated only by
The belch of a singular wave breaking persistently,
Un-predictably, against the flow. It is this quirk
That gives the water a time signature I
Cannot discern, let alone explain in word or number.
Intervals are variable, so the beat has no pattern,
But it's inadequate to call this random.
Better speculate these changes are immeasurable,
Although not permanent.