Wet
2009 September 23
“Water, if unstirred, will become clear.”
Soygal Rinpoche
The people splash
stomp through puddles with
blinding yellow Wellies
cannonball through space
spraying, sloshing, soaking
stir up mud, making opaque
all thoughts, reason
rain dance
summon tsunamis
dive deep in
awkward rubber flippers
hurl rocks off bridges
drop pebbles into wells
build elaborate gutter systems to
direct flow
push plungers
add bubbles to baths
circle straws in glasses
add whirls to their pools
I am staring at my moat
waiting.
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