H2O

From water to ice

sleet in between

to melt to vapor

the H20 of it all

does nothing in

and of itself –

the molecules

do not decide

to become one

thing then another

they are acted upon

and in the acting

become something

that is both self

and other than self

science and magic

all in one (or actually

in three – this trinity

of molecules that in

their threeness are

one who can be three)

today it’s the twoness

of the three that holds

sway in my world

the vacillation between

water and ice to water

again as temperatures

rise and fall and rise

again – the freezing a 

stop clock kind of thing

for we inhabitants of 

their larger world where

the multitude of molecules

look a complete whole 

in our regard – a sheet

of ice, we say – 

their communion into a

one from their many a

thing of wonder for we

are seldom so united

that our simple being

changes a world – ask

any tree what it is to

bear the weight of them –

those many molecules –

there is no separation,

no distinction – there is

merely weight and burden

I wonder whether the tree

ever considers the beauty

I doubt it – it’s hard to see

beauty when you’re bent

down from the weight

and I wonder if the ice

that is water in another

life ever considers the

cost to the tree of its

very existence – I doubt

that too – it is simply

being and in simply 

being, there’s not much

introspection – or so 

I suspect – who can know

the mind of a molecule

of water turned ice?

Not I