The Water Cycle


A stream changes things

The soul
Of the Water Cycle
Is in the eternal leveling of
Everything.

Operating in deep time,
Beyond the span of human empires,
A single drop of water spends
3,230 years in the ocean,
Then rises on the winds, floating free
For months, years, until it runs
Into the rain catcher claws of the mountain.
And inch by inch, mile by mile,
Hour by month by years by centuries….
It falls, always seeking
The ocean again,
Pulling the mountain down
With it.

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