A Tall Drink of Water...pourin' on down the scene.

You begin.
At the start you stumble forward.
Fall to your hands,
your knees hit the grass,
Its soft and wet beneath you,
And It stains your weathered jeans.
You walk.
With a little more grace now,
In and out,
Back and Forth,
Swaying, sway, swayed.
You swayed for a while.
And now you are steady,
Like the constant flow of a river,
Ordinary and comfortable.
But never any less exciting.
You weave your way in and around,
over and through,
me.
You realize.
Now you feel it,
something,
So you stumble a bit,
once more,
but I am sure you'll find your way,
you always do.