The Gravity of Water
Glaciers are just heavy rivers
Flowing at deliberate rates
Swollen beyond their banks
Rain and snow are also kinds of river—
Which is water in its most natural state,
Feeling the slant and flowing downhill,
Falling until finding a level plain.
But even here it isn’t done,
Dissolving the very earth
That would cradle its final fall.
All rivers are handmaidens to gravity,
Invisible Circe whispering
Runes from eager seashores.
Man himself is 70% water
And we too are always trending downhill.
I can’t help it if I’m just
Water flowing through you,
Following the laws of nature
Finding the cracks
In this fragile rock
Seeking a level place to pool
Before the ground gives way
I’d like to be the clear mountain spring
Somewhere deep in your catacombs,
A holy place of respite,
Your secret place of retreat
When lips and tongue are dry.
Come kneel on my soft
Verdant bank as much as you like.
Cup your hands together and sip
Whenever it seems all the water
Has run clear out of you.