A Body of Water

I am not a tall well, I am not a small pond

a place for ducks and tadpoles.

I am no babbling brook, when I speak I roar

no river, carved through the towns and cities, no life line

no provider to the fleet. I am akin to the stream

fresh, cold and elevated – inland and home

to trout and salmon alike. Springs eternal flush for

the bounty and sweet water. Yet I am deep and hide

dark monsters within, awaiting their opportunity.

I am a body of water, rippling with sun, flowing with

gravity towards the dam-nation of lochs and lakes.

I ebb and flow forever moving in fear of stagnation

and the inevitable sinking sponge-like to earth,

ahh but how rapidly the fall when it comes.