Starts with the a drop, hardly visible to human eye;
migrating through phases, changing shape, evoking sounds.
From below and from above together
becoming river; running unmercifully through
heavy stones and soft sands:
it’s a burble in the nearby forest
sometimes is a messenger of a tempest, cobalt-sparkling weather
when at last, becomes an ocean
remarkable and vast, yet infallible and modest
the giver of life, the purpose of any notion.
Maja S. Todorovic