The origin
The beginning
Was a high isolated rocky peak
Just a trickle

Of ice cold clear water
Seeping out of solid rock
A blond black bear
Scavenged

Rolling over logs
Eating bugs
As the trickle rolled by from above
Gaining in size

Gaining in wisdom
Knowing
The mountain
The rock

The stunted trees
Tundra
And bear
We're to be left behind

From one millisecond to the next
The song
The flow
Ceased to exist

Gone
Yet this beautiful fleeting nonexistence
Was the essence
Of all being