Nature cannot determine what it repeats.
A stone on the bottom of a river becomes
a dream, water transparent as glass holds
the solid in amplification — wearing and honing
the hard with the soft. Take a bucket of seawater
from one ocean and empty it into another ocean.
Each is refilled. Ballast carries its own weight.
The destiny of everyone is to become stone,
a compact with the earth. And the rains
and the floods make everything
equal.