It would seem that water would lose its effectiveness, but it does not. I love it because it is everything.
Tonight dragonflies are circling above the rocks, passing in front of the blue and then the pink, moving toward the water to just hover over it. I wonder if they hear the water cresting against the rocks, the easy brush over smoothed over boulders.
Far, far off I see the tips of two sail boats. I think that somehow, on each of those boats, is the person I’m supposed to be, calm and decent and able to move only with the earth. And perhaps that version of me belongs only on the horizon, unreachable and lacking definition. Were I not real, I would swim to myself .