I’m told that the water

I’m told that the water whispering among the stones of this creek was the drink of dinosaurs, of Roman legionnaires, of locusts ravaging African cassava. Such is the cycle of oceans and clouds, of rain and steam. A swelter of particles, this union of life. Down among the stones, your particles threaten rebellion; murmuring undertones of unmaking, spreading to the wind; leaving you where?