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…

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