Miracle Drift
I see a trickling spring
over time become
a river falling down
through forest canopy
from a blue sky opening.
The waterfall remains
while drops run on, run on.
In a few more eons,
again the being trickles.
Like my body,
the energy of me
changing shape,
changing every single cell,
yet the energy the same
signature of me.
For the miracle drift
called physical life,
for the lovely constant
redistribution,
today I bend my body in a bow
of most physical thanksgiving.
Susa Silvermarie 2022
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