Still Waters Running


Secreted in open air,

moisture may be corporally

present. A sighting, growing

flowers in a corner, being

very still. Water lives in its best

articulation, deep.


Visibility is the characteristic

many find enjoyable, yet beyond

the obviously presented, water

so pure, so deep, hides.


Stillness has many articulations

the likes of which loud humans

misconstrue as shyness. An eye

perpetually consuming solidities,

brush strokes beneath surfaces

as if thinking were touch worhty.


Water, conformity as a virtue,

shapes to the container, but freed

runs amoeba like, as if gravity

was its mentor and depth









Author's Notes/Comments: 

Soft and easy, for a change - slc

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