I am simple, like water—
but not as you imagine.
I lack the patience
to harden like stone, as you do.
That is why I am water.
If I love winter, I become ice;
if I embrace motion, a rushing stream.
Or dissolving into the ocean’s depths,
I become a fearless lover.
Yes, I am water—
always flowing forward.
Whatever comes for me
devours me whole, without pause.
In the belly of the earth,
my home lies beneath all else.