Flow by Bob Woodroofe

life upwelled bubbled from the spring
clean and pure became a trickle
then slowly grew, required more room
space needed to go with the flow

babbled words no one understood
learned to smooth and control the flow
the constant stream of words that grew
turned to torrent that never stopped

spoken or written how it flowed
many times it became a flood
breached boundaries spread far and wide
retreated back to old confines

content now to go with the flow
resigned to slow to a trickle
less often seen and seldom heard
until you reach the final word