Cyclic Choices.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when the well is full
the water gets free and can
soon make choices
away from that dark
hole of its
existence,

it can choose the canal
and be with the river's
conduit
or it can choose to seep back
and be with the
silence of the bottom
reunited

there is the kind
that confronts the heat
and evaporates
to join the gods in heaven
and be the
pure rain again

somehow it gets heavy
in there
and here it is
inside my palm
to fill the thirst
of my tongue