I am we

a piece of the whole

the collective essence of life.

We are the roar of the sea

smashing against the cliffside

or the salt left behind in the grains of sand

sweet sugar mango glowing

as it drops into eager hands

mouths hungry for its nectar 

the sun beating down on a dirt road

while heat waves dance in the distance

the earth that quakes in summer time

or the pulse of once-still waters.