the waters of the world

yesterday,
it felt like
the waters of the world
gushed and roared
and churned
inside me -

those
relentless cascades,
quietly contained pools,
crawling rivulets,
hidden fountains,
untouchable sewers,
unyielding fog,
ephemeral dewdrops,
and the smell of
sea and salt
in the wind
upon my skin,

waters
that don't belong
to just you or me,
but us, all of us,
showing me
how an ocean
refuses
no cloud or river.