A water drop
came plinking down
to the barren earth.
Finding kin
and joining hands
in prideful glee
With muscle and nerve
from strength of clan—
Foaming and frothing
Pounding rock
Clearing way
Lord of the mountain pass.
Looking down its nose
at a nescient lake
and resting shallows.
Hurtling down
Mighty beast
Thundering bear
Gouging a hole
In the placid lake
that bound and held
till memory’s lost
of foam and roar
and might and rank.
Not glittering drop
but a random speck
on the rolling wheel
A heaving rasp
a winding run,
caught in a race
where there’s none,
deaf to the hum
of the silent core.
Poetry in Life 