June 2021 Flash Lit 5 - For the Alchemists

For the Alchemists

 

This or that.

Mine or yours.

Water or rock or air.

We sort, categorize, label,

because otherwise

we have to bow

our heads, overwhelmed

by our fusion, the only

way we touch at all.

 

Waves break on rocks,

break rocks, the sand

swirling through and through,

droplets leaping up and up and

spattering back down.

 

Not many things:

Just one reality.