Upstream – Poem

The water flows in one direction.
Down.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
From the tallest mountain’s high peak,
The water flows ever lower.
Gathering speed as it travels,
Seeking out its faraway destination.
Crashing and curving,
Bending and bumping.
Complicated lengthy journeys onwards,
Wondering if it will ever end.

Rocks smoothen under the pressure,
Time passes, erasing events.
It changes all within its path,
With speed and direction, a constant rhythm.
Currents cuddle,
Streams strengthen solid.
It carries everything in its arms,
Wondering can anything resist.

Teeming with symbiotic life,
Many safely do call it home.
Swimming against its flow is hard,
Taking what little energy remaining.
Fighting the flow,
Bringing the beast.
It takes all from the mountain to the sea,
Wondering which ones will first perish.

The natural changes are toxic,
What thrives in one, dies in the other.
From the purest source up high and low,
To the corrupted briny oceans far out.
Devastating dreams,
Silencing screams.
Its beating drum deafens all around,
Wondering which will choose to rebel now.

Upstream they swim with one goal in mind,
One purpose in mind for the future.
Returning home to birth the next stage,
Giving purpose to newly obsolete lives.
Swimming success,
Battle beaten.
They fight against it with all their might,
Wondering how long until the next time.

© Persephone M 10th June 2011

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