Life of Water

 

Separating

a single rain drop

from the river.

Finding that one,

that singularity.

Thunderstorm

hammers upon the mountain,

like a breaking wave,

making one thing

become another.

Clear mountain stream

splits the gorge.

Rolling down

until the rock yields

high waterfalls

and canyon rapids.

Known the sky,

and the fall,

and the heights.

Been rain,

been hail,

been snow,

but become cascading

white water rainbows

into the valley,

forest green,

or desert brown.

Wind the long,

ancient snake along.

Cut though everything;

granite,

bedrock,

sandstone,

history.

Come a long way.

Turbulent chaos

yields to the plains.

Roil and tumble,

become slow,

lazy meander,

with no less power.

By now,

wide, deep, and ancient.

Slide past all

the great cities of the world,

until

the land ends,

and there it is,

the open arms

and welcoming kiss

of the delta.

Out into that wild blue.

That green,

that black,

that fearful grey.

Everything from

the first fall from Heaven,

to swelling and receding

in that final destination.

Freedom,

harmony,

boundless chaos

hemmed in

by some older order.

Every step of the way,

connecting,

transmitting,

dispersing

the knowledge of the journey home.

Rise up again

into the broad sky.

The cycle of all life

in one drop of water.

 

 

HG – 2022

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