Wednesday, April 08, 2020

Water,
bathed in solar fire,
turns invisible
in tendrils of steam
to rise and connect,

finds itself in columns and banks,
whispy fingers feeling for form,

a gaseous grace,
now projection screens,
evoking angels and dragons,
demons and gods,
to be imaged in our watery drenched brains
that when dispersing winds
make to disappear,
tease us to fish for them within,
and like Jacob at Jabbok,
wrestle them down to earth,
reduce them to the water we are.