by the pool
a poem
the water mutters to herself
below me, clear and bright
flowing outward and inward
patterned waves, glittering with light
the laughs, the cries, the splashing
still, she's only breathing, in and out
forever moving, lovingly, proudly
spreading and receding, the untold route
and she falls
plummeting towards herself
bellowing with each sharp strike
bright as the head of a match
until she is one again


Water Spirit Lives