Ways

I find me
here in silence 
maybe the tick
from my watch 
reminding that time 
is slipping away 
like the drips
from the eaves 
icicles which started 
as snowflakes that 
began as ocean 
and became clouds 
all things go 
their own ways 
and the best 
we can hope 
is to see
them as their 
one thing once 
or another twice