An Ode To Water

Water, rondeau, source of being, Loquacious stream adaptive to my ears. How your rhymes and rhythms flow Like consciousness itself, Constantly recurring in the same space. Water, wakening unconscious earth For in the deepest recesses of your being, The very Ocean floors The sulphurous plumes arose From hydrothermal vents And chemosynthesis occurred To mix the carbons, metals, sugars Essential to all life Creating the first breath and the slow Progress to our consciousness. Sounds becoming words rounded by sounds, Until new words were formed For new abstractions and new ideas. The poem formed in bubbles By a stream continuous From the very start of being, Water wakening unconscious earth!