The Water Underground


It is well to mention the water
Running under the ground.
Trapped by the land, in search of
The way out to the sea, its home.
The water meanders through a
Cavernous maze, carving its own
History into the depths of the land, or to
Torment the people from hell with
The sound of something they cannot have.

Along this journey, forever upward,
The water underground surreptitiously
Searches for the chambers exit,
Miraculously the search reaches
The mountaintop, slipping out of despair,
Crashing thunderously to the river below.
The underground water is free; free to
Renew it quest for its home, the sea.
Only to be misunderstood and engulfed
By the land again, and forced to
Continue its pointless meandering.

By David Semans

 

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