One Drop Shivered In The Breeze

You muddy the water
roil it with your urgency
blister the smooth surface
into opaque shimmers of rage,
all because I will not sit
beneath you,
all because you want to own me
and do not.

I went out that morning with nothing in mind
except to wander aimlessly,
to stop the flickered warbling in my head.
The river drew me down a steep
and winding path, until I stood
beside its noisy turbulence.
At the top of the ravine
the early light hung in dewdrop prisms
from willow branches bent
in what seemed to me
a sort of yearning toward
the rushing water.
One drop shivered in the breeze,
broke loose and tumbled in.
I imagined how it might bob downstream
some times pulled beneath by rapids
but never drowning,
at others buoyed by swirling eddies
and long, leisurely, bends.

How would it be,
I wondered,
to change the lyric patterns
in my head;
transform cacophony to teardrops?
Could I release just one
and let it fall, now so far away from you?
Would it plunge into the rapids
make it’s own small journey
around the rocks and boulders,
the twists and turns
until it reached a vast and endless sea?