You are the glacier
and you the flood
and you the ceaseless wind.
You are the drip,
the drip that drip drops
and you the river’s hands.
And I’m the moraine
the canyon, the delta
and I am the one who wears
the howl of you, touch of you
carve of you, brush of you
long after you’ve disappeared.
Love those last six lines especially, in light of the six You are lines. And the symmetry of the poem is very appealing to me.