On Becoming a River

where did I start? was it in the summer rain? or the dew drop drip gliding down a grassblade vein where water collided to give me motion in a thousand moments At once At once where am I now? curving the slate rock banks under this bridge or the cascades of miles away when i become a river when I become an ocean all the places I can be At once At once what defines me? am I still me when I branch apart or join the course of another’s flow? all that falls into my waters all that swims through me dissolving churning At once At once I flow with no thought to direction or purpose but the joy of moving of meeting of changing of knowing a part of us flows through me always