Eventually

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Look at that water
Cascading down the cliff
Making a low roar
In the pool below
Branching off
To the river on each side-
A drip that disperses,
Giving itself
To the whole
To keep things moving-
Parents giving mind and body
To future, then fading off
But their tools hammering on-
Whispers passed from
One to the other
Becoming echoes in time,
Eventually truth,
Things we can share if we choose.