WATERFALLS, RIVERS AND DROUGHT
The frenzied forces of waterfalls
detonate explosively on the rocks below.
Their rapid currents wreak havoc
on logjams caught in crevasses beneath
the mist and rainbowed spray.
We blink in awe to see this
of pretentious power.
Whirling vortexes of falling waters
abruptly settle down in multitudes of
rippling bubbles and froth to quickly bleed
onto the embankment losing much
of their potential goodness when sucked
into the wild soils of the firmament.
What survives roams free and for awhile
flows in any direction, with no beginning, no end
as the river turns into riverlets
Eddying on without any selected steering.
The rains that used to drip down from the mountain top
cry to see the diversions of the most glorious river
dissipate and dry up knowing that the drought
which has appeared can not adequately supply
sustenance to a parched soil.
For that sunbaked soil to be reclaimed
the river must continue to extend its reach
and water the seeds of new growth.
and use Its silt to fertilize the new life
that waits anticipating its turn
in creation's timetable.