All the water in the river is one.
The tiniest tributary
feels the trickle at the headwaters as its own,
and all the rocks it bounces off
and all the falls
along the way.
When you poke a finger in
all of it knows YOU;
to the last drop
flowing into the rhythms of the oceans
the birthing of clouds
rain, snow, or steely hail
returning to its source
now with a touch of you.
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