When will the water flow?

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Stopped in time,

The water is held until the sun and the air 

elevate, rise, move.

All connected, one movement of the tiniest creature

and a cascade of action erupts.

We impact each other and the earth.

How can we not see 

the smile, a footprint,

a glowing cigarette butt flung into the wind

creating a tsunami of hope or grief?

We crack the earth, 

greed and survival flung against

want and despair.

We touch each other 

whether we want to

believe it or not.

We stretch further than our eye,

our touch,

our words, blasting beyond our being.

Our footprint

the beginning of the swell of the rising

tide.

When will the water flow again?

Bless the earth!