The Universal Cataract

There's a universal puddle

In which we every bob

And each one touches every one

A muddy, wetted mob.

Each motion moves our neighbor

And each neighbor wets the next

And the web of sloshing metaphor

Winds up in every text.

And we all are brought together

Each creature, girl or man

We move the world with every touch

From every friendly hand

And so, you see, we live as one,

And can't stick to a plan.