By Bonnie Paine

Once I was a big drop of water
I was in the desert
I was in high, I was in high demand
Saw you turn, saw you turn
Turn away…
Water came down
Hit the dry ground
Lost all the facts
Slipped through the cracks
Spread around
Under and down

Down through the ground
Carry on
Now beyond
Passed where all the dancing rang like thunder
After laughter and the music did resound
To where the thunder became something
Like the pulsing of the flowers
Which is something like but nothing like
The pulsing of the hours

But the hour was one time because
I slipped into a flower
Recalled the time to climb the vine
A honeysuckle tower
I was water brought to lifted leaves
Of daffodils and daylilies
Drank into the grace of trees
The aspen’s eye
The willow’s weep

That hung so low
It touched below
The surface of
A still puddle
Did I behold
Reflection told
Looking back at me
The eyes of my body
So I jumped in
Back into my skin
And sang this song
Of where I’d been

Once I was a big drop of water
I spread around and became part of many living in the land
Saw you turn, when I turned
Turned away
In the still
In the still water
And we’re still water