Microcosm, macrocosm,
it is the water not the doctrine
that purifies.

Life giving, holding the power
of transition, metamorphosing
from liquid to solid to vapor,

the cycle of life explained –
    (a condensation)
the ultimate recycling.

A brook becomes an ocean
but only with interaction,
all waters conjoin,

all rivers
have their dreams.
The human body

is seventy percent water.
Overhead there are the stars.
All we really need for navigation

is primordial in a natural harmony;
a reverence, this mass of land and sea
that surrounds me like a poem.

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