Moving in the Spring

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 Should I move in the spring?  Will I?  I asked
the brook at this morning’s water tasting.
We “tasted” it with our ears and attention,
not with glasses and straws, hands or hats.
 
We called the 4 corners, paying special
homage to the West, to where water dwells.
We listened to a young falcon calling
mother.  We heard traffic.  And under all,
 
the brook tinkled and trinkled over stone.
It twinkled with sunlight, inviting sun
in.  And we asked our questions, mine inside:
Should I move in the spring?  Will I?  I asked.
 
Water answered:  We are. Always. Moving.
I smiled at the parable-like answer.
I saddened at the thought of water dead
with chemical madness in industry.
 
Living waters are endlessly moving,
while human life is finite by design.
And it is within those limits that I
might or might not move with life in the spring.

 

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