Water

Water

by Julie Gengo

What about water?

Does it flow

through your soul

cleansing out the debris?

Does it splash in your face

forging drops of innovation

and images

of distant lands?

Does it show up for dinner

then leave

the dishwasher wishes

running down the drain?

What about the time you said

you'd bathe me

in the fresh water spring

on the other side of the world?

The soft cooling calm

when we were in love

even though you had moved on

to firmer ground

A ground that

somehow

couldn't absorb the rain

that filled your heart

By the way

I passed a puddle

and thought of the time

you threw me overboard

and I sank down

so deep

I thought

I'd never surface again

But I did

and the sweet water

continues to flow

like tears from the sky

And the river

continues to bring

images

of what could have been

every

now

and again