We cannot see the source of this rushing water
Though we know it to be here
Somewhere upstream
The emancipation of rumblings below the surface
Tears of a glacier racing down to meet us
Clouds bursting open to pile on
In a day where everyone is allergic to something
This water: satisfying for all
Made for us
Yes to quench our thirst
Also to wash, splash and skinny dip
A little further downstream
This tributary grafted with others
Towards the even deeper ocean of love