We don’t tell ourselves how to get born,
become teenagers,
mate and care for children,
how to grow old and die.

We don’t need to remember
the story, the story remembers us,
like the song lyrics, it’s all  coming
back to me now.

Our minds don’t have to tell
our hearts to beat.  Our bodies
know what to do.  We are the water,
not the wave.

We are the sound of rain.