I am laying in a mountain brook,
ever waiting for you to wash over me,
to feel your gentle waves caress and round
the rough-hewn boulders of my being.
Having witnessed miracles manifest
in morning dew, I now know the passage
of time is just another fiction, surely to evaporate
not in eons- yet in moments. Every change sought
by me, has already happened in this potentiate
field of wonder. I feel, again, the ripples folding into me,
rising, falling, gently etching away everything
that does not belong. Listening to the eagle’s cry,
I am awash in your water, ever present.