How I Became Mighty
Shall I apologize for
ended things, that
collect at the base of
my many falls?
Should I be sorry that
By the sky they
Did not notice I reflected, until
I did not, they
The edge with
Should I feel
my signs were not clear enough?
It’s true I tried to tell them softly at first,
hoping as they slipped along my gentle curves they would
glimpse my perfect recreation of the sky
slowly becoming less perfect as I started to
They could or would not see.
Narrowly slipping past the
Small dangers I
warned them but
They noticed no
A rock here, an eddy there
Thus I began to learn my strength
Feeling the power of my collective fluidity
As it met and flowed past minor resistance.
While they gaped upward in sleepy adoration, stopping only to complain about the rain,
I grew more bold and mighty by the day
Until finally the reflection they never saw was gone,
Roiling in loud and textured silence;
swirling them towards a sturdy branch, I made a final offering,
They had only to look, reach…
I and the sky have wept tears over your ignorance
I have tumbled your leavings around and around
Trying to smooth over the violence of our misunderstanding
myself and I
Originally published at umvilleweekly.blogspot.com on February 15, 2017.