steve a. manolis poet

Water Poem 1

 

it matters in this world that we are water

we fill the voids where need and desire collide

the deeper we run we are cold to the touch

our light fades and we are in darkness

 

we see without sight and feel without warmth

or we float along carry the spillage that has defined us

we are lost adrift in this world

seeking answers to with no one has posed the question

 

we are rivelets and creeks and ponds from the storms of the night

we are trickles from the leaking hose left in the yard

settling upon the surface we desire to break the tension

to sink or swim, or to float away until the fall approaches.