WATER

As sinuous as sexuality
Flowing fresh and twisting
The stream gathers speed
Polishing and chattering
Over pebbles and smoothed rocks
Busy and multitudinous
Rushing and splashing heedlessly on
Into and shallow basins
On its gathering gravity led progress
Inexorably towards the sea
The formless community of its kind
Riding on currents and winds
Soon to mist and cloud the sky
And the rain falls down and down
To feed the numberless tributaries
As the constant cycle rolls on

   By Phil Roberts