Fluidity of Matter
The picture-still lake
waits for her with bated breath.
Not a ripple of unease
mars water or wind
as she floats to its edge.
She breaths in the beautiful calm
and exhales the promise of change.
With a bow,
she leans in to touch
the water’s surface.
From ripple to wave to rapid,
the water fills with her power.
White foam waxes into fish
that race across the lake,
reveling in newfound freedom.
Fish jump over each other,
hoping to escape their watery confines,
until she has mercy on them.
With a whisper carried on the wind,
fins become wings.
Birds fly to the mountains,
passed the limits of the lake.
Diving, twirling, looping,
before they shoot through the sky
and land as stars in the night.
The fish that didn’t mature into stars,
melt back into the lake they know:
fish to foam to calm, happy water.
They reflect the light of their brothers
and bid her farewell—'til next time.
Comments
Post a Comment