Wave
Ancient woman peers out from her cave and sees a miracle: water flows down from the sky’s dark. It soaks the ground, seeps through to a creek. She sees it join a river, follows it as it rushes to the vast ocean she cannot see across. She marvels at the devotion, the attention the determination of this rush of liquid. She palms a scoop of fresh rain, drinks, feels its process through her, squats, excretes, smiling. Her contribution to the flow. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈


The oneness of it all. All is sacred.