by Kevin T McEneaney
In our mother’s womb we swam in liquid
while being nourished by the womb’s water.
Even our conception was liquid act.
Like young frogs, we plunge headlong into air,
landing somewhere where gravity shoulders
our presence on this dizzy, spinning globe.
We arrive horizontal or headfirst
to be cradled in swaying arms of love.
The course of our life on gravity’s road
resembles pell-mell flow of waterfall
as we navigate stubborn obstacles
that impede our downriver destiny.
We do not often think we are water,
yet our heart and brain know we are water.
