Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Waterfall

It started as one great body of water,
until the river, at the cascade’s head, 
was distributed in a million drops. 
Each had its character and course defined; 
combined, they drew a veil across the rocks.
None chose to fall; and though each individual
cast its arc, and suffered eccentricities,
its path was largely chosen by its start.
Some tours were short and barely underway
when they were dashed, left scattered on the rocks.
Others swooned from start to end in glory
their vaulting bows sang hymns straight to the heart
But all, once at the bottom, met again 
in that great body from which they’d emerged

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