And So it Goes





And So it Goes


The grass is thick with the cold viscous drops
slick and gray it stands--
a dewy carpet
Down and down and down, it goes.

The sky in springtime weeps buckets of droplets
high at 4000
down this rocky mountain crevasse
they slip past driveways
throwing themselves over the boulders they crash
land well past the Blowing Rock
down they slide into Lenoir
at last to settle themselves placid 
in the basin called the Yadkin-Pee Dee
Down and down and down, it goes.

The rivers rush and flow
smoothly over strewn out granite chunks
down and down again they are driven
into the green sea beds hot and thick
with the briny creeping crustaceans that scatter at the sound of foot…
just at home
in the brackish water
as it stands still
and where the fresh water plays at the game of
osmosis
with the salt
Down and down and down, it goes.

I once saw a whale breach
up high
droplets cascading like rivers off of
his crusty old hull  
and thought
there is the water droplet that I saw last week
as it trickled down the straw-like stem
of my own proud
peach 
front yard rose.


© Karen Powell














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