remember, no question marks.
not water in a glass. not coming out of a faucet.
not in a bottle, no matter the shape.
something free. that’s the water I want to be.
looking out a window, there’s Monterey Bay.
that would be more than fine.
that would be a relationship to last for life.
fish & squid & crabs, some whales too.
heaven beneath our feet. water is.
feeling, tasting, embracing every thirst,
they’d find me close in, your shoreline found,
the edge of being, adored.
in-between your toes. don’t be shy.
there was a man I knew, no, more than that.
he sang a song.
it became my own, became clay in my hands.
there’s one line, the answer to pain is love.
today that feels hard to accept. my fault
I think not being open for love to enter me.
do you notice, pain only begins from inside.
come water waves, wash into me. my prayer.
and now I remember another man who taught me prayer
with his dying breaths.
he’s now gone, but prayers remain.
how much ocean is in a spoon. (a question, yes)
I can’t write poems any more.
this isn’t me writing this. if words appear, don’t blame me.
if I can become empty enough, maybe ocean will arrive.
I pray to be a better bowl.
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2 thoughts on “water is my hand”
you nailed it at the end Neil – answered your own prayer – even the seas are contained, in the bowl of the earth, between continents
Thank you Laura.