Will you ever see the rain...

Will you ever see the rain …

Flow with me on this poetic metaphor
of tributaries and mingling molecules,
and I’ll show you where you came from,
where you’re going,
who you’ll meet along the way.

And after you’ve traveled
with all the tributaries I’ve met,
and a few I started with,
and after you are joined
by the memories of those of whom
these poems bring forth,
the molecules of those you’ve touched,
and those whose lives touched yours,
in your life’s journey,
this stew of love and life,
this mixture of molecules,
will be forever intermingled
And in some small way,
we will all flow together for a time.
Though we might wind up in different rivers,
different deltas, we will meet again at the sea.

And when we are ready to share our knowledge,
or just take another ride,
there is always the sun, evaporation to the heavens,
and a storm brewing somewhere.

Okay, I’ve taken this metaphor
full circle.  Tell me now,
will you ever see rain the same way
as you did when we first met? 
.
This is a collection of meetings,
of the times when molecules were shared,
and these poems have become
the molecules of others I carry with me.
Even the ancient silt on the bottom of the river bed
has someplace to go, and has a story of its own.

This is mine. I hope someday you can share yours.
Until then, welcome to my tributary.