Water

Water
Water everywhere
Flowing
Merging
Swirling
Invisible in the air
Sometimes intangible
Other times insistent with leaden weight
Cycling
Running
Traversing sky and soil
Endless nomad
Composing cotton mountains
And coal black curtains
Summoning thunder
Sparking lightning
Splitting sunlight into prismatic arches
Falling
Falling
Falling
Floating flakes
Driving hail
Gentle rain
Seeping into the cracks and invisible spaces
Transmuting into life
Or soaking deep
Deep
Deep
Underground
Carrying rock and sediment
Accidental architect
Constructing tunnels and spires
Melting stone into a semblance of itself
Drip
By
Drip
Always pulled
Inexorably seeking
Depressively looking for
The lowest point
The path of least resistance
Fighting other drops for
That holiest place
Yet always drawn together
Naturally cohesive
Molecules endlessly
dancing
Linking
orbits
Sharing
electrons
A constant
sub-atomic orgy
Spinning each
other
From Atlantic
To Artic
Then Pacific
And Indian

To abyssmal depths
And
Near
Static

Frigid

Deeps

Than up
Up
Up
In a spray and crash
Back heavenward
To begin again

-D.M.D.M. 6-4-10

Jade Spectacles

When did everyone I don't know intimately
Turn into a killer
Or a pedophile
Or a self-serving shallow bitch?
When did balloon animals become trite?
Happy Meals become gross?
Novelty and originality become
More important than enjoyment?
When did my castles transform
Into just playgrounds?
My forts just pillows?
My swords just sticks?
My steeds just bikes?
My most carefully guarded treasures
Just worthless pieces of plastic?
When did what to do next
Become more important than now
And tomorrow start being
More importantly than today?
When did this place of
Endless wonder and possibility and hope
Transmute and twist into
A predictable and meaningless trap with no escape?
Way too soon

-D.M.D.M. 6-2-10

Clean Up Clean Up Everybody Everywhere

I always have these dishpan hands
Or ooze upon my shoe
And for every one thing that I clean
I dirty up another two
I cook the food then clean the plates
And pots and knives and bowls
I wipe spilled milk up off the floor
With paper towels by the rolls
Shampoo my hair and scrub my face
And rinse away the suds
Dry off my bod and then the floor
Scrape off the ring around the tub
All this dirt is not destroyed
Just goes where we don't see
I hope whoever gets it next
Doesn't just send it back to me

-D.M.D.M. 6-1-10