A metaphor of the circle of life. |
Will you ever see the rain … Flow with me on this poetic metaphor of tributaries and mingling molecules, and I’ll show you where you came from, where you’re going, who you’ll meet along the way. And after you’ve traveled with all the tributaries I’ve met, and a few I started with, and after you are joined by the memories of those of whom these poems bring forth, the molecules of those you’ve touched, and those whose lives touched yours, in your life’s journey, this stew of love and life, this mixture of molecules, will be forever intermingled And in some small way, we will all flow together for a time. Though we might wind up in different rivers, different deltas, we will meet again at the sea. And when we are ready to share our knowledge, or just take another ride, there is always the sun, evaporation to the heavens, and a storm brewing somewhere. Okay, I’ve taken this metaphor full circle. Tell me now, will you ever see rain the same way as you did when we first met? . This is a collection of meetings, of the times when molecules were shared, and these poems have become the molecules of others I carry with me. Even the ancient silt on the bottom of the river bed has someplace to go, and has a story of its own. This is mine. I hope someday you can share yours. Until then, welcome to my tributary. |