As in their living in the living seasons
The time of the seasons and the constellations
The time of milking and the time of harvest
The time of the coupling of man and woman
And that of beasts. Feet rising and falling.
Eating and drinking. Dung and death.
Authoring their own destiny
Beyond genetic legacies.
One spring evening beside a flowing stream
The siblings meet a fisher boy knotting his string
Smiling welcome gesturing for quiet
He slips smoothly into the knee-high current.
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