Water

Water, cold water,

With a life of its own.

Through all phases of form.

Gas, liquid, plasma, and solid.

Speaking a language of its being,

Our Being, of water.

Source.

Indifferent and at the same moment ultra-resonate.

All vibrations heard in the sounds of water.

Speak to me, and I will listen.

The choice is my existence

 

PoetryDylan Shanahan