HISTORY OF WATER

HISTORY OF WATER

Water falls.  

One way or another, it falls.

White and lighter than air, fairy dust floating....

then it grows. 

Weighted 

and released screaming from sky,

dashed against and over rocks 

it drops, compelled to the lowest possible point; 

4.5 billion years 

on the Grand Tour....

Now;

this raindrop on my hand

stops here

not in soil, sewer, stream or sea.

Wiped away,

smearing its be-ing for this go-around

into observable  oblivion.

Even so, returning to  its higher calling

purified

joining its brothers in the beckoning sky

to land in another place, another time - 

sparkling jewels in Mother Earth's 

chain of re-generation.