we all trickle down 
the stream 
of consciousness

we skip 
along the rocks 
like stones 
across the water 
we are 

something’s in the way 
of our flow :
a fallen branch ,
a drought 

of assistance 
but we find a way 
to keep going 

you may go this way 
i may go that 
but we’ll all end 
up together 

your ashes in the stream 

carry our lives 

back to you