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.
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.
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…
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.
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