Water, pulled from the ground,
surges skyward.
Orderly ions on the move,
at the whim of an ever-thirsty sky.
A thousand parallel lines march against gravity,
flowing through that ancient wooden conduit.
Oh, miraculous monolith,
unyielding umbilical.
How patiently you toil.
Water flows through me too,
at the whim of an ever-beating heart.
Though we take different shapes,
our code is the same.
Bronchioles and branches,
two sides of a coin.
Hello old friend, I speak,
wrapping you in my arms.
A circular embrace,
perpendicular energy.
An undeniable instant,
we become one.
