the spirit of the creek

When I’m sitting at the creek, I feel like the person sitting there

in the current age of my body,

but at the same time I feel like being a child

being a fish swimming in the water,

being the birds singing, the air caressing the leaves and weed,

the trees rustling, the sky, the sun, all times and timeless.

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