Confluence

Confluence

Ideas drip, 
so slowly, 
one at 
and taking
its time...
Hours, days,
from brainy peaks. 

In ponds
and lakes, 
waters jostling,
feelings form, overflow
to downward
streams
divergently. 

Then the rains, 
wilful, irresistible, 
adding passion, 
flooding fields 

and airports too. 
Mighty plans are
on their way. 

The land tilts
to one place, 
briefly flat. 
Streams rush in
at their appointed time, 
in noisy, happy
confluence. 

Neither surface
nor time is long. 
But long enough
for many currents 
to meet and then
to mingle, before
the river's future roar.