I was once water

tumbling

from mountaintops.

Forever in my belly:

the surge and urge

to move

forcefully

rushing

knowing

how to go

but not sure

where I’ll arrive.

I once tumbled

blindly

crashed into

rock and branch:

I didn’t linger,

I snaked obstacles,

forged on

trusting

the free fall.

The trees all

knew my name

watching gleefully

as I rushed

and gushed

toward home.