Thin wet wormy spiral
Color mixing in thready dissolution
It lands at the base of the glass
Still heavy with momentum
And spreads
A loose puddle
There is no place like the world
Inside a glass of water.
Rules are different there.
Things bend without breaking
Moisture saves anything
Moisture ruins everything
Insinuates from the outside
Desolidifies
Dissolves
Until everything
Is just water again.
I had a wonderful break. I’d tell you all about my awkward adventures but I have to catch up on work! O_O
everything is weightless here
rocks lift water
water supports leaves
a stick, hooked on a rock, held by the current, forever nods
creek cups air
air elevates clouds
effortless
gentle
trickling, wet plashes, and bloops
tender caressing breeze
leaves float downstream
leaves stick in gullies
leaves collect on the bank
i too sit weightless
being nothing is easy
i don’t mind the rocks underneath
neither do they mind me
the clouds in the sky
churn
ever mixing, never blending
overwhelming blue
swallows us all
creek, rocks, sticks, leaves, and me
beyond the hill sounds Dragon Fire
a Heavy Breathing Hot Air Balloon
Inflates into view
guess nobody told them
they don’t need to try so hard
to float
Sarah D. Silvey 