How are you

Tell me how you are doing

And if the rain ever touches your feet at night
Were you camping
Maybe after dusk you slipped your toes from under cover
To find that the sky had opened

Thinking for a while it was all dry
From ground to god

We walked some barren creek in our sleep
Until the moon bounced off of the water
That suddenly surrounded our feet
You asked

Does the sky touch the water
Or does the water touch the sky

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