Cherries - Falling

Cherries

Falling

Let there be water clear,

Trickling clean and free,

For tongues to lap and taste,

A duality of thought to be.

But then,

Water trickling,

Clear, a gleam,

Lap and taste tart,

Moist and warm,

And crusty dry,

One contradiction,

One simple thought,

Everything else,

is caught.