Meditation on Water
Why can’t I feel like water all the time?
Witlessly dripping and drowning with and into his brothers?
There is no struggle in simple liquid,
it goes where it must,
reckless with weight towards deepest ends.
Blows any way the wind directs a breath,
it will chill to a frost or vanish to vapor,
even plotlessly freeze for murder and wait.
I think of water as it waits in dangling shadows,
cold and with his brothers, ready to fall, to pierce.
Why can’t I feel like water all the time?
Witlessly dripping and drowning with and into his brothers?
There is no struggle in simple liquid,
it goes where it must,
reckless with weight towards deepest ends.
Blows any way the wind directs a breath,
it will chill to a frost or vanish to vapor,
even plotlessly freeze for murder and wait.
I think of water as it waits in dangling shadows,
cold and with his brothers, ready to fall, to pierce.
