Wanderlust

Wanderlust

Icicles under the bridge

long questing fingers
from rock through air
to the water flowing below
a once frozen drip
unfrozen
drops
through a playful breeze
as another icicle chooses
the leap
the plunge
the wild ride
the dark depths
the bouyant return
the wondering wander
into welcoming oblvion
over
the slow drip
of
ordinary life.