Time and Water

No writer is insane
In a place of water
It all converges to sense
Or is driven down drains

For all things no resistance
Always filling
Always falling
Crying to flow

No straight lines
The kindest curves
Reverberate response
Swerve to delicate touch

Virgins carry vases full of bubbles
To wash the truth clean
Underground inlets sculpt stone
Wash gems at our feet

Spring thaw
Forgiveness leaks
Summer vapor
Binds us together in the heat

Eternal wells
Holy vessels
Endless rivers
Birth canals

An insect skimming streams
The circle grows across the globe
The body pulses as it spins
Alone in space

The fountain's continuous gurgle
As it tells of all the students
It's moved through
They meet somewhere...

At an end of a droplet
Or a watering hole
Where stories collect slowly
Sad ones laughed off under tears

The pipes and the channels
Lead away always
Still lakes beckon
Their hidden conclusions

We are salts
Completed by dissolving
And finding ourselves anew
On crystaline banks