Misol-Ha

From a poetry workshop, the prompt for this assignment was to use the line "Step through, step through / and see that it's you," from Dana Levin's "Hive" (in her collection In the Surgical Theatre) in a similarly natural context. I imagined a waterfall such as Misol-Ha in northern Chiapas...

The churning grows.
The current pulls inexorably,
advancing, outpacing
itself in its desire not
to plunge, but to transcend:
because in plummeting it stretches
into the air and becomes
a leap
of vapor
shrouding its escape with mist
and prisms.
Step through, step through,
and see that it's you:
Plunge hard,
Dip skinny,
Cascade, you are one,
Droplets, you are many.
You cannot help but smack against
the boulders below
and in that pummeling kiss
you are released
you do release
and the spray
--it's you--
you evaporate,
rise, bathing the sunshine,
tickling the foliage,
you rise to fall again
so many times
that you become a cycle,
a whirling,
the churning that you are.