04-08-2017, 10:06 PM
Water Waits Forever.
Seeping still, in saturated fields
to join edges, make a pond
or stream through gullies, waiting
for more- to cut new valleys
to puff back up some prairie pride.
Tonight, with sandbags soaking
atop dikes, futile- as it turns out,
brown stagnant meanderings
come alive.
Water waits forever–
locked in a body, frozen at the pole
or reaching at the fringes of black
hollow spaces, with stirrings again
of an inland sea.
Seeping still, in saturated fields
to join edges, make a pond
or stream through gullies, waiting
for more- to cut new valleys
to puff back up some prairie pride.
Tonight, with sandbags soaking
atop dikes, futile- as it turns out,
brown stagnant meanderings
come alive.
Water waits forever–
locked in a body, frozen at the pole
or reaching at the fringes of black
hollow spaces, with stirrings again
of an inland sea.