Waterborne

Two random poems about water, after a long lost love was rekindled.

 

Water forms like a puddle,

Pools, collects, in corners huddles,

Water soars and water flies,

Water pours down from the skies

 

Water washes down on us and forces us to look

at life anew

As all our veils of civility and refinement are

w a s h e d   a  w  a  y

And we are finally revealed,

either as sputtering cowards, who spit and fume and curse at the water and all the audacity of nature,

or creatures of the moment, who soar and rejoice in a chance to be cleansed.

 

 

Water winks at us out of azure peace

It calls us to fall to the sand

And worship

 

Water picks us up, like little children, and tosses us into the void,

the vacuum,

the unknown

For personal aeons we are lost within its warm cocoon,

Wrapped in turbulent current like an unborn child within a turbulent parental cocoon

And then, when we emerge,

Spit out like so many watermelon seeds,

Our bodies bruised and scratched and torn

We emerge reborn, like phoenix children

 

The waves wash against us for hours afterwards, and our heads are filled with the rush of the currents