There is an elastic between me
and water; the middle so taut
it burns like two sticks rubbed
together for fire.
Sparks fly from this spot.
Nothing is static. Water
calls me.
I call water,
I see water.
Water sees me.
I walk in water.
I'm praying for the
day I will walk on water.
My feet bask in water till
my soul turns and fros.
I know it's enough when
my toes grow cold.
Conserving energy
Preserving memory of
me, my feet and water.
Bless you,
Christine
Peace & Blessings,
Carolyn