We
came
all the
way to the
precipice so we
could join with the muddy waters.
Sometimes, when the rains were particularly heavy,
as we continued our arduous journey, our footfalls engulfed all within their path.
At other times, our numbers were barely a trickle,
individuals desperate
to escape the dust.
Over time,
our path
changed
its
course,
carving
new endings
and new beginnings,
shifting states' and empires' edges
with our rising floodwaters stripping the land away.
Our movement never concerned itself with where kings demarked their boundaries as we sought
the path of lesser hardship, the rhythm, and the rush
onward to the ocean's embrace,
our tears flowing down
and stripping
the land
from
its
hard
surface
each bit of
soil one at a time
until most everything had been
swept away, leaving vast canyons in its stead to show
just how much more powerful thousands upon thousands of drops of water can be when
we gain enough momentum - the landscape forever
bearing witness to our presence.
We will redefine
boundaries
as we
carve
our
way.
