We are all
descendants from the mountain behind us,
our children the grass and wildflowers
strewn to the left and right of a path
that cuts through pastures leading to the
sea.
And then it all begins again.
We are drops that merge with water over
the deep
and become a mirror for the stars
until we are those distant pinpoints hovering
in the night air
above the mountaintop from which we came.
~William Hammett
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