Ideas Poem by Michael Maxwell Steer

Droplets falling on a high sierra:

Have they density to form a rivulet?
Has it innergy to sustain a stream?
Flowing, into which valley will it run -
Will those thoughts be a lazy serpent gliding under admirable trees,
Or a torrent raging over rocks to cascade into a thunderous sea?

Here, in this silence, I can watch each thought arise
like water dripping from the cave roof
Will they be broad enough for trading by those oblivious to mountains?

In what great ocean are the thoughts assimilated: Arctic or Caribbean?

Atomising to vapour under which sun will the process recycle?


5/1/11