Jammed

Some days are like water,
  they flow quietly along.
No rapids, just small rills,
  gently rolling, bubbling.

Some days are like ice jams,
  nothing can be set free.
Your mind is stuck into
  the business, busy of the day.

I like to flow, its much
  nicer, calmer, wonderful.
But it isn't just one or another,
  it is always what we choose.

How we listen, who we hear,
  how we are imagining.
So we put the paddle in
  and decide smooth or troubled.