if

if I came from the rain 

that had no falling,

into the streams 

that have no ground binding borders,

yet flowing into the rivers 

that have no banks,

that eventually become the lakes 

that have no shorelines,

that ultimately settles into oceans

that have no bodies,

that willingly evaporate into heavens

that have no boundaries,

would you go with me, once again

and be in this cycle of return . . .