We will go back
We go back
The river starts
In snow
Vulture Peak
Or Itasca
A bog welling up
A glacier melting
Thirteen point eight billion years ago
And yesterday
Right now
The droplet was there
As you were born
In that singularity
In that cosmic expansion
In this mornings
Rime on a budding tree
You were born
Before birth
Before the collision
In your mother’s womb
After and before
Are unified
In a drop of water
Reflecting the stars
Flowing to the sea
Rising to the clouds
Falling to Vulture Peak
Or filtering through peat
To rise again
And flow
Through you
With you
To the sea
To the sea
To the sea
PWS 2023.03.11
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