By Phoebe Bolz PZ ‘24
Have you ever thought about the way light moves through water
glinting off bubbles and painting rainbows in the mist
flowing just like the water
Water does not seek to control
it just is.
Moving so freely, it plays with the rocks and pools like an old friend
it is ready to maneuver, ready to change
not as stubborn as the rest of us
What if I were to think like the water?
As in, not think at all
just move where i am called
flow freely, bubbling and bright
letting the morning light dance off me
give life to others
I could be life, be full of light and little creatures that move along my belly
feeding the moss and the bugs
wearing away at ancient stones until they are no more than sand
I could be a part of every living thing!
Flowing through xylem and veins and the tiniest crevices
No control, flowing freely.