My Water Cycle

I love to watch the leaves change
then tumble into grass-wrapped fingers
of vibrant but obscure autumn streams
swirling into futures beyond sandy time
but in my colorful and advancing age
I find myself floating lower in life’s river
drawing near the long looming tentacles
of a sea teeming with all my lost memories
and while my spirit still hopes to ascend
in the rainbow sprays of my many falls
the final mists of my spiritual ascension
must wait for a warmer sunlit induction
into its endless ocean of everlasting life
where the living waters and lovingkindness
of God may transport me back to realms
upon the white-capped granite mountains
of a destiny binding me to all the lights
of earth’s family—people and creatures