If my body is water,
Is my mind a rock the stream runs over
Or am I also bound for the sea?
If wood is grown from air,
Are the trees the wind
That tries to carry them where it goes?
But they—rooted in Earth—
Decline and say,
“I’m staying here a while.”
Am I a place for water to rest
Before flowing on its way,
Or am I drifting downstream
With all of you?
I wish to go with the river,
I wish to take the paths of water,
I wish to be of the stream.
-Daniel Medeiros
Daniel Medeiros is a wildlife biologist and writer whose semi-nomadic existence sometimes confuses the question of where he's from.
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