Harmonic Autonomy

The water wants its freedom.
If only it weren’t liquid.
If only it could stay ice,

Thinks the liquid brain compelled
To let its thoughts roll downhill
To town where other brains pool,

Wind-blown as a reservoir,
Held up from falling further
But bound to sink down, unless

Among those thoughts lifted up,
Into the mysterious
Light evaporatively

To join the clouds and travel
Until they fall and gather
In larger and larger towns.

Even the frozen slide down
In ice sheets scraping the stones,
Thinks the brain, even the ice

Has to flow and dissipate.
But think of the thoughts
It builds up in resistance,

How it booms, cracks, and carries
The pollen of every year
That piled it while it destroyed.