DAVE JACKSON
"if the snow..."

if the snow didn't melt
and fall again in the shadow of the
sun
then the mother would not
suckle the young
if the rain did not fall
in the forest and
rise again in the clouds
would we not cease to rejoice
of course
it is even as we say
it is obvious
that we miss the point
the point
it is in the seeking
that we are lost
lost as surely as the rusty pipe
as surely as the rock in the stream
lost
and found again in the
faith of the stream
the faith of the rocks, the
water itself, or
ourselves
as fragile as the rocks
or
flesh