Wetness

Saraswati

She is playing me, through me
and I pretend this all is of my doing…

Flowing down from the highlands, born
of the snow shower and sun drenched peaks
there are miles of stretching on before
we unite. We are the water, drop by drop
we realize until once again we pool by green
meadows and merge with our ocean- lover.

We dreamed along our way of our separateness,
and veered into divided streams and stagnated puddles.
We transformed into the invisible, falling again on fields
and city pavement, never once losing our essence.
Our wholeness, our nature is to merge again with that
which we already are.

So these polished words by the grace of Saraswati
meet you and intertwine us as they may.
My only instrument, my being bowing to
your being pretending I am playing, all the while,
flowing river of her essence keeps promises made
before time.

We are one again and I dreamed we were two.