I awoke in the dark
but at least today I knew exactly where I was.
The waning moon,
a pearly crescent foretelling sun,
shimmered with raindrops
against the indigo sky.
The chickadee started
its flutey call.
The air was so fresh-charged.
Nothing has changed, I thought.
By nightfall, of course,
many things had changed.
Ice melts. I am water falling,
no longer dormant
the antithesis of static
Rainwater floods
in confused abundance
Water knows where it is
when it is no longer there
water flows where it will
contained (by dikes dams and levies
the banks of streams)
or not


03-14-07