A Waterfall Pours into a Still Pool

A waterfall pours into a still pool.

Everything that is contained within the water–all minerals and bubbles and dirt particles; all hopes and wishes and dreams; all discarded pennies; all that is upstream–falls with the water.

It plunges in dagger-like droplets. It crackles with the living everything-ness of white noise. It clings and breaks and shatters and reforms in swirls and eddies, it is separate and it is one–like the atom and the nucleus.

It is a never-ending sentence without punctuation. There are no commas to disrupt the flow. The cascade is eternal and it pours and foams. It collects all things whereupon they are brought together and dashed against the pool at the base of the falls; a carcass, a blade of grass, a stick.

A child’s toy, an old newspaper, a new newspaper, a mobile phone, a child’s toy, a foil crisps packet, a plastic bottle, a carcass, a blade of grass, a child’s toy, a stick. A stick, a wish, a dream, a hope, a penny, an old newspaper, a carcass, a glass bottle, a memory. A pair of pants, a child’s toy, a stick, a stick, a bone, a carcass, a feather. A feather, a new newspaper, the pit of a fruit, a foil crisps packet, a dream.

Stop.

Now we will do something special. See how time has frozen and the water no longer falls. See how the static is hushed. There is no movement unless you move, there is no sound unless you speak. The water falls. The water falls. The waterfalls.

But today, we defy gravity.

Today… the water rises.

Water spouts out of a still pool.

Everything that is contained within the water–all minerals and bubbles and dirt particles; all hopes and wishes and dreams; all discarded pennies; all that is downstream–rises with the water.

It ascends in dagger-like droplets. It crackles with the living everything-ness of white noise. It clings and breaks and shatters and reforms in swirls and eddies, it is separate and it is one–like the atom and the nucleus.

Punctuation without sentence never-ending a is it. Foams and pours it and eternal is cascade the. Stick a, grass of blade a, carcass a; falls the of base the at pool the against dashed and together brought are they whereupon things all collects it.

A dream, a child’s toy, a newspaper. Watch as all things rise on this column of water, surging on the column of time. Watch as all things lost are returned. Hear the roar of the reverse cascade, indistinguishable from the roar of the fall.

Behold, for I have shown you the cosmic wellspring of creation.