Entirety

Trickling, softly from the pipe
Are the words and moments
Which can be categorized as simple or intense
Yet, nonetheless all are experiences
Coming from the mountain spring.
All droplets have entered my core,
Gone into my cells,
and shaped my growth.
Some of those soft, trickling droplets
which entered my glass,
crossed past my tongue
and traveled down the dark deep path to my inner being
have left.
Gone out with sweat, tears, piss, or waste.
But each droplet offered me life.
Each drop offered me experience.
Each drop has left me wanting more,
needing more
because each trickling, softly falling droplet from the pipe
nourished me,
guided me,
soothed me,
and taught me to flow,
to ebb,
to brace for nothing.
To be a river and resume with each moment,
each experience in life,
for each droplet makes one complete
entirety.

written March 3, 2011