”As I looked about me I felt that the grass was the country, as the water is the sea.”
– from My Antonia by Willa Cather.
Watching things flow on Earth:
The ocean, it’s tides
Rain puddles streaming into rivers
Feelings, emotions move
The prairies
Information.
Holidays seem to twist, wrap around
families, friends
Passing calendar dates
Your wrinkles, my anecdotes
Memories.
Volcanoes erupt, lava
Electricity
Bawling, tears to sobbing sighs
“How-do-you-do’s”
Generations.
Hopes emerge, render
Joy present
Cascading realities fall
Apart, together, within, around
Presence
I am.
Adam F.C. Fletcher 