As I step over a mud puddle
from a heavy rain we had the night before I thought:
We are all water.
It is inside of the little leaves on the trees
inside of the animals that eat the leaves.
It is in the mountains that grow to incredible heights
and get deathly cold at the top where
there is no longer even air to breathe.
It is in the foggy mist, on erie winter mornings
when it is beginning to warm.
On rainy days in spring water is everywhere.