to the land, to the sea
it talked to me, showed me another
version of 
myself lying in the
flow of the creek;
adrift

I watched on log covered
in moss;
“Who is that.. and where is he going?” 
I wondered

Off the cliff of 
Silent Waterfall; 
heavy misty rain on the way down
will he land in world of dreams?
To glorious to even comprehend?

Or was it just 
a splash at the bottom?
And his spirit kept flowing
until he fell ashore 

the beauty of life 
and it’s **** question
we’ll never know
until we know