I was a little water fall.
I was big, I was small.
I was the awe of the ant,
The little jet from the tiny mound
Virtually invisible to the boy scout.
I was cool and crystal clean and tasted,
They said, like dew in the morning after the rain.
I sang my tiny song of drops, tip, tip, tapping
On a smooth stone, never hitting the same spot
Twice -a little Chaos theory follower was I,
Crafting rainbows with the light to
Enchant the tad poles in the pond.
Sometimes I would swell up and create
Raucous deluges, ripping off the moss
From the cracks of my stair of rocks.
I always felt bad about that,
And nourished the survivors back to life.
I savoured the iron and the copper
And the earth from my fountain head,
Buried deep beneath the ground.
A river running through tunnels and caverns,
And I, the little rebel, exploring out,
Seeking to know what was behind the darkness
And the inner night full of stellar diamonds.
And I let the sun paint me with specks,
And the moon turn me into a misty, dewy
Silver ray. I played with the butterfly
And the lady bird, as they came to
Quench their thirst. I saw the tadpoles
Grow into smooth, emerald frogs,
And heard the sparrow’ song and the
Starling’s cry, and once or twice was
Lovingly kissed by a baby fawn.
And then my door was closed, shuttered
By soil and pebbles and grass, hardened
Into the locked gates to paradise.
And I kicked and pushed and slid,
To no avail. The bubble burst and I
Filled the space with all of myself,
And in a whirlpool of ups and downs,
I returned again to my mother’s womb,
To the arms of the river of dark.
And I flowed under the land, mingled
And merged with watery comrades.
But I never forgot my time in the light,
My life in the little mound, when I was
A tiny waterfall, by sun and moon crowned,
Creating for teensy fish, lilies and tadpoles,
My aquatic merry-go-round.