The water is homing
Carving deltas in the sand
Delta for change
though this is timeless
Water homing
A grand joining
from every place where it had seeped
at high tide
Water flowing
in zigzag patterns of the moment
through the sand
Pooling in our footprints
Dissolving them, but halted
for a time
in the impressions
Water like multitudes, molecules
Each called alone
Moving together as one
Water like
us claiming our freedom
through the simple act
of moving as we are called.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 4, 2012