What Is Your Water Address?
“What is your water address?”
The elder asks.
I feel ripples up my spine,
A flame ignites between my eyes.
When you truly know that answer,
it changes things.
It’s something you can’t unsee.
I often think I chose my water address.
But it chose me.
Water, Earth, The Unseens,
They all always choose us.
Forever reaching out,
Enticing us to stop and choose them back.
They will make themselves loud
so that we See the Unseen.
They’ll even send fungal allies to rearrange the cells of our eyes.
Comfort is not a requirement.
One way or another,
We will return.
One way or another,
They will take us back.
We will die and our flesh will decompose,
breath will return to the wind,
& the water molecules in our eyeballs will return to the river.
And when that happens,
there will be a unanimous rejoicing.
“The biggest celebration!”, they say.
Regardless of the amount of suffering we endured along the way.
They aren’t afraid for us.
So how hard will we make it?
What is your water address?