Waterbending

I feel myself in it
Irrevocably shaping and being shaped
Into what, it doesn’t ask
It laughs at the notion of stillness

I feel the moment in a rainstorm
When my nervous system stops buzzing
And my body accepts that I am
Actually being cared for

I feel what collective action does
When my muscles refuse to work-
As they should when they are deprived Of the resources to thrive

I feel empty at the ocean
Made irrelevant but comforted
By the absence of illusion
In the life of a single wave