Contentedly Familiar

I come to where the dark

brown dirt and smoothed 

pebbles reach toward the

ever changing water.  Rolling

and lapping again and again

the moisture darkens the land;

earth and stone feed the river.  

Hints of an endless familiarity

are tendered; in both directions.

That familiarity is mine, too.

Each time I approach this

solitary place I give pieces

of my me to that rolling and

lapping.  Being here is being

me and I am somehow that -

in the contented stance I now 

hold myself I realize I am home.

When I return, I am more this

place and it me.  And more so

the next time.  A cavalcade of

synergetic mitosis. I become

the thing that is becoming me.

Axon becomes dendrite and is

myelinated again and again and

yet still rolling and lapping again.