Wonder (where that Water goes)

Wonder where that Water goes. What happens

to those who follow its flow?


Whose eyes – how many? have set their gaze

on its moving

bend, then

were bid come along and, wandering,

spent all their days saying yes

to that shimmering thing – never entirely known,

that called them on, toppling in some senseless love

of Mystery

over certainty.











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