Following the Water

I hike across sandy dunes
and reach a lake. Scrambling up the shore
I trudge through humid jungles webbed with vines
to see dark, fast-flowing rivers stealing dirt from the bank.
I tramp past parks full of laughing children
and find smooth ponds swallowing small amphibians.
I run through large, parched fields of wheat
to get to shallow streams.
I clamber over layers of hard, slippery rocks
and see cold, icy oceans.
I plod through my stony driveway
to splash in puddles.
I follow the water.