A mountain stream chases gravity
over rocks in splashing hilarity,
under fallen trees it ducks below
mostly but if it hits the bark,
it regroups and flows.
It speeds in snowboard flair
around the shore’s bend
pushing droplets far up the bank
to wet frowning rocks
and laughs as it waves goodbye.
Up ahead, a rest
in a pool lazy in depth where
snores lap against boulders
until gravity teases; the stream follows
and dashes in giggling ripples.
Gravity is strong but why resist?
The stream bungee jumps
into a waterfall and blurs
into angel gossamer wings
until it rejoins itself,
a breathless pond regroups
recoups its losses,
then feels the pull again.
