The Mist

The mist
condensed,
a droplet
on a particle of dust

Reflected white
clouds
of endless form
darkening

Other droplets wake
and merge,
each one adding
weighted

A moment
frozen in time,
never
ending

Raindrop
shifting shape,
falling
from grace

Catching light
refracting,
each drop
a rainbow

Dictated
by the wind,
brief but
exhilarating

The impact
sudden,
shattered,
broken

The thirsty earth,
saturated,
absorbs
and guides

Through soil
and stone,
seeping,
creeping

The flow expands,
entangled,
it moves
as one

The stream
emerges,
small channels
shape the ground

A path is carved,
connections
joining
growing

Under or around
obsticles,
every rapid
flowing

Falling thunder
deep rumble,
the river
tumbles

Deepens,
slows,
no longer a rush,
knows itself

The water
merges
fresh and salty
enriching

in cycles

the great ocean
of understanding