As the mountains walked oceanward
how growing from seed to stem
was made possible.
Too, I wondered how with every
fallen leaf of each fall
a child grows into dehydrated laughter.
How separation becomes habitual –
as if you and I we’re not of the selfsame soil.
If we were wondrous enough
allowing magnetically to be drawn into life,
like fish and ships
propelled by a force,
we could disentangle the knots,
or if unfeasible it seemed,
at least reacquaint ourselves
to seeing from the eyes of children.
~ by Aquatic Poetry on October 14, 2013.