Flow

The liquid flows
a rivulet of rain’s creation
reflection of silver
the fading of a day.

Gravity is driving
on path of least resistance
fitting to the contours
a worn and broken road.

Rippled by the wounds
and black tarmac cracks
the rivuletis moulded
to thehard surroundings.

Compromise of the road
destiny the low point
To join the quiet pool
then drain to the sea
or become the invisible vapour,
be the atmosphere.

- Ciaran Burke