An Ode To Water Poem by Tom Billsborough

Water, rondeau, source of being,
Loquacious stream adaptive to my ears.
How your rhymes and rhythms flow
Like consciousness itself,
Constantly recurring in the same space.
Water, wakening unconscious earth
For in the deepest recesses of your being,
The very Ocean floors
The sulphurous plumes arose
From hydrothermal vents
And chemosynthesis occurred
To mix the carbons, metals, sugars
Essential to all life
Creating the first breath and the slow
Progress to our consciousness.
Sounds becoming words rounded by sounds,
Until new words were formed
For new abstractions and new ideas.
The poem formed in bubbles
By a stream continuous
From the very start of being,
Water wakening unconscious earth!