Ripped from a watery womb,
You were sentenced to wander aimless at Evaporation’s whim.
Jostled into raucous crowds of strangers
And rejected by every cloud you ever knew,
You’ve been muddied, stepped on,
Ejected as waste.
Your compulsion for lower ground has bound you to wander,
Ever wander, homeless,
Crying for the sea.
Cruel winds have driven you, harried –
You have fed hurricanes and blizzards from time’s birth.
Do you hold your memories close
On cold nights
As you wait on this snowbank
For your next reincarnation?
No matter how you are pressed,
You rise again,
Your DNA hasn’t changed
But your relentless pursuit
Will outlive us all.