Water Cycle

Thought vagabonds from brook to brook,

Pouring over the eddies of youth,

Ponder aging streams,

As they stumble over rock,

Or murmur as they float a leaf to deep,

Sun flecked silver lines.

Bodies widen as they age,

Winding slowly through alluvial soil,

Settling grit, rich, silty earth,

Plucked up in youthful springs,

Pulped as they run from hilltops

As quickly as they can,

Rounded, smoothed, turned, beaten,

The dreams of children become wisdom,

Aged and settled,

Estuarial home,

Life’s cradle,

Life’s grave.

tucker pennington


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