coming in by the side road a winding path to the stream took us down where we sat for a while feet bathing in cool water attending the natural theatre so many quavers and characters in the movement of rill and brook, ceaselessly purposeful, over stone, sand and moss
this going around, under, through us, here as we gather, and have gathered for millennia; we are the ancient flow from first mothers first fathers first family the tribe are near coming out of the ages we hear their call and chatter, in time we come to know this all of us, our story