Tuesday, September 11, 2012


Water through the water’s clock,
Merciful fluid
Through ships’ harpings,
& the tide’s warped spring;
water measures everything.

At 6 I found a river,
ran half-way up
& back again, but never
knew its name.
In swimming, why must I make
a floating reference
to myself? Why not take
what currents that I can
with clever steering?
The reflections that I make
is the river’s face,
its nose ripples
& its chin. the cause:
a stone I tossed;
effect: a momentary loosening.
water measures everything.

Water through the human frame,
spit & sweat.
It is not tears I name,
but feelings that swam away
in a fevered spray
of one warped spring.
water measures everything.