Was that the one?
The final ripple?
Of rebirth? Of… birth?
And if it was, what now?
Where shall I go?
Where shall I take
this patchwork of spirit and body
that grew back together?
It almost doesn’t seem real.
There’s too much to remember.
Too much to forget.
Too much to correct,
while knowing all
that we can’t.
Maybe that’s why it happened—
so I’d stop.
Stop believing
we each get one glorious river,
running one course,
until it empties into the ocean
where all rivers meet.
That all of it is a matter
of choosing your vessel
and deciding to get on board.
