FLOODWATER

The creek-flood bears no malice

as it carves its way to a flatland war

unearthing trees and buried cobbles

of past centuries—laying waste

to man’s old and new improvements.

It cares no more than the clouds and rain

that feed its energy, its violence

and its thunderous roar.  Nor does it

bestow charity to soothe our minds

and flesh—it has no agenda, no noble

purpose nor dishonorable motives.

It just is what it always has been.