The Water Droplet
Cut loose from the rigid regime
of a snowflake, I join with a stream,
flowing free - oh! just like those sweet dreams
that I dreamed when I dwelt in a swamp.
with my soulmates bound close to my side,
What a ride! Til we joyfully slide,
with a whoop and a cry from the roof,
I collide with an icicle. Please,
no, don’t freeze! I cry out - but I freeze....
I sulk. I await my release.
But then, as I hang, it occurs
to my brooding mind - things could be worse.
I’m with friends. I look good. There’s a view,
I’ve got nothing important to do,
except join in the winter display
as a sideshow to snow. And one day,
when I’m caged in an aquifer’s pore,
or in polar ice - man, what a bore -
for millennia, possibly more...
I’ll think this was the best day of all -
When I hung from the roof looking cool.
Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2018
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