2006-07-31
The shape of water
I am rippledlike an ocean at midnight
enduring the pressure
of slight breeze
grazing the surface
transient
harbouring lost letters in a bottle
waters undulating
beware the squall line
beneath the moving flux
is life underhand
clear and blue
translucent evolution
unserene motion
conform to any shape
besides its own
it's only just a flood
awaiting the inevitable waterfall
change or adapt
Now, not rippled
like an ocean at midnight
I am the wind
pushing the tide
and moving through the world
bearing down only on myself
openly and honestly
unknowingly making waves
Katrina at 3:43 AM