Tributaries

Starts with a trickle,

Barely perceptible,

Inkling, tinkling,

Constant in yield,

Draining its’ juices

To waiting receptacle,

Hugging the earth

With her warm liquid arms.

 

Moving with gravity

Layer to layer,

Languishing long enough

To feed her soul.

Forever lover,

Always a player.

Lonely meanderings

Through field and farm.

 

Seeking her sisters,

Longing to join them.

Building a family

Across the soil.

Looking to join the

Grand ocean of longing,

Grateful reward for

Her labor and toil