Stream Poem by William Barton

Bubbles…
Clear water
oozing
through grass
collects
its thoughts
in a shallow,
spreading pool;
covers its sly tracks
with moss and reeds;
finds loopholes in a wall,
lies doggo in a muddy ditch;
cuts a narrow suspicious groove
through green and gullible fields;
gathers its wits, trickles deviously
across an unguarded country road;
joins forces with other watery fugitives
to white-water its way to the welcoming sea.

From where,
each and every
runaway drop
is destined to fall,
once again,
as rain.

March 2012