NaNoWriMo Day 2 – Atlantis From The Sea
The beck, though small, must ever change
with summer drought and autumn rain,
first deep and fast, now wide and slow again.
As they spread the waters branch
and in their split, we first could trace
the shadow outline of a shallow place.
As ripples curled and spoke anew
our shallows grew with subtle guile,
now reveals itself as a mystery isle.
And did, in those first days, Ymir and Chronos meet
to plan the demise of civilisations seat?
Did Ma’at their plot see and give herself the chore
in stars good time, to raise Atlantis from the sea once more?