Only slowly have I become aware of the enormous reservoir
that floats above me like a helium ship
vast, volatile impossible
I am Astonished
I’d have noticed it years ago, but
I’ve only recently developed the habit
of looking up
Like the water towers in every small town
there’s a name writ in large letters across its curved side
My volatility is contained there,
I’m thinking about water.
Water falls – either river or rain – speak a whole spectrum of the Language of Wet, from soft drip & trickle to pounding slam-hard powerful. I’ve come to believe that all are profoundly healing in the long run – even Tsunami, Hurricane, Cyclone. Sometimes tragically so, painfully so – but real healing is like that.
There are ponds, pools, tiny lakes and great lakes,…