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. 

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