What gives us life, plant, animal, insect I call,
The droplets of water from the sky that do fall,
And into the earth it soaks, its life giving essence consumed,
So that the green shoots of growth can then be exhumed.
I stand at the shore as the sea touches my hand,
Just at the intersection between water and land.
I wonder, is there another me on another shore,
And can they feel my humanity as it seeps from my pore.
River and stream and lake and seas,
The humanity highway that connects us with ease,
No matter the hatred , the angst and the strife,
Put your hand in the water and connect with all life.
This was inspired by a piece in Carmel Harringtons new book The woman at 72 Derry Lane….get it now, well worth a read.