Impact of rain on roof with an astute stare

Into the spaces between the never was

Always will be incidental crossed paths rolling under street lights

Illuminating the nothing there but the silence of water

To meditate at the junction of solitude between a dry channel

Next to the flowing stream that now claims all water

Unnatural is the damn damming of a river

Halted in its path as are the fish and others

Waiting patiently for water to flow onwards

Tentacles of man reach into the river to extract what they can

A prowess to point the water wherever they will it to go

An upward flow? The astounded animals are impressed

As they walk, slither, fly and swim away from

The dying river.