She whips up waves, wrests them to fury
surfs on Atlantic crests, her voice

a siren's scream ,

The primordial instinct to survive
drips from me to form an estuary toward the river of life,
in

you fished me from the lake
and said forever I take
every piece of you
and our love did

The sea brings hope, again
and again, it breaks on the rocks to touch
divided nations in

If my adventure,
was the buttoned-down whirring
of wheels against the rush,
then I would call it

A shirred ripple, heart movements like water.
tiding in, tiding out. a way of talking.

when

Hiss on stone,
Pelting, full of spit,
Deafening in its roar of sweet crescendo.
The night begins

Swimming through the rusty waters, it’s the first thing that a human being can do.
Inhale and swim

pond to hive
a procession of bees
-water bombers

Quiet, still as the calm, written in stone
Quaint still, many call their homes, some live there

Filling up in measures
of bathtubs per second,
they uncover an unknown
manhole in the

Hoses, buckets, water pistols
Precision unnecessary for laughter
Second flat tyre a party

“I listen to my words but they fall far below,
I let my music take me where my heart wants to

I would cry for eternity
Boil my tears till they are clean enough water
Water for you to drink, I

midday heat
the water song
of magpies

Time, like now I wish to be there
the memories of winds and sand
seagulls screaming to me --

There is still a trace
of early morning mist
light, barely veiling
the rough hewn sides
of

Beautiful, brave, buoyant boy.
Floating, cutting, slicing through the blue waves.
Strokes made

Small little drops
Fall from the sky
Salty, pure
Tears from the tree of life

Small little

Drowning
Sierra - 2016

Plunging.
Shattering the glass that is the surface of the water
Rock

Rose dawn's full breath felt warm upon the nape of Madeleine 
She stirred, her golden fingers

Water, pure but refreshing,

Simple but lifesaving.

Water tastes of nothing,

Yet has a

Diving
bell of silk fills
quicksilver air bubble.
Hunting aquatic prey - water
spider.

Whispering. Wishing. With the water washing over.
Swish swish. I wish, I wish. And him limp,