Chameleon Vapor
by Odin Roark

The living cling,
Avoiding confrontation,
Awaiting destiny’s verdict.

Eventually control acquiesces,
Becoming a percolate of moisture,
A tear’s birth unexpected,
Denying determination’s will.

Involuntary it becomes,
This seeping aqua so innocent,
Finding unexpected emotion
Has no where to go.

We remain mystified with this reluctant moment,
Forgetting perhaps that release,
Separation and purge evolved
From Creation’s intrinsic wisdom,
Converting a lifeless world
Into one of Cumulus billows,
Infinity’s fathomless droplet becoming
Rain,
Streams,
Rivers,
Oceans...
Us.

And like us,
Much of life resides beneath the surface,
Where gathering impetus,
Often creates unendurable pressure.

Eruption becomes inevitable
And just as cosmic passion disrupted
Allows little preparation,
We too sense all distant shores require
Ebb and tide,
Reflux and flow,
Rise and fall,
Sadness and joy.

And so…

Lest we forget,
Whether for growth or erosion,
A raindrop,
Hurricane,
Or Tsunami,
Our miniscule tears
Are tenderly guised
As one of nature’s chameleon vapors,
Exacting precious moments
In life’s perpetual wonderment.