How do streams decide
where to go?
I guess they just
follow the mountain down
until the down
is going up.

And when this is true,
you cannot call it stream,
for it no longer moves.
It is still and calm,
and ripe for swimming.

So let's disrobe and
celebrate the death
of stream,
now turned placid,
forgetting it's dream
of meeting the ocean
in salted praise.
Is it strange
to pity a lake?