Collide Into You
You are an estuary,
A tidal mouth of burgeoning life.
Harboring art, Earth and promise
A grail where raging rivers
Slow and taste for a kiss.
Mingling and meeting
Not always mixing readily,
But continually circulating
Rising and falling,
With the changing seasons steadily.
Streams do not choose
To pour into the ocean,
Nor do the winds force their current.
They only know how to be together.
To flow, to flood,
Ancient and with origin,
Worshiping the moon and
Changing the weather.
I am the sometimes harsh
But more oftentimes warm waters
That long to cascade into your sea.
I don’t know what else to do
Because when we collide,
You just bring out more of me.
Purpose and Prose 