The water trickles
from its stone source,
more an accidental spill
at first but the farther
it flows from its source,
it deepens and broadens,
covering feet then ankle
then leg then waist then
suddenly I am swimming
in water deep and fast,
borne on a roaring current
of sweetness and purity,
the water is clean and
fresh and new and carries
me eastward to the ocean
where we become one.
Photograph: Blurred Water by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
