I am the water
of this stream
small river
I hold no colour
but my stone
my gravel
the creeping moss
gaze through me
to the sand
paddle me
in my shallows
follow
the sun-shaft
down
through the depth
of my excavations
until the light
turns
into patient waiting
I am the water
of your life
paddle through me
in your shallows
gaze
into the depths
that are your own
lose yourself
in me
in you
I am
the water
~