Fountain

The water tumbles in joyful spasms.
            Idiosyncratic waves of reflection.
Funnel. Tap.
Not known why but this water is a world of something else.
We gather and congregate around these monuments
                  as if to fill us with a hint of the spring of
life.
Violent splashes still soothe in the mid day sun.
Green envy is not something I tend to feel,
          Especially for the emotionless...
But
This water us free,
yet freedom is constrained
as it is funnelled
    and forced
upwards then to choose its own natural form and then
          
escape the world.

Who cared for I am happy?
Circles appear before my eyes and calmness emulates.