Understory

I see with clear eyes

a small One shaking in fear

tremors unmet by contact

reverberating outward

tiny rivulets uncontained

flow hidden under the green growth

of goodness

aching for inspection

or the touch of a fallen leaf

for someone to see 

Hidden Existence and proclaim

"How beautifully you glisten, your curved path exquisite!"

threads separate slowly and all at once

evaporation into holes 

big enough to peer through

unravelling the fabric

do not look away.

see unveiled

through curtain

under leaf

threadbare.

Rivulet does not know itself 

to be of Source

until it meets the ocean.