LESSON IN HYDROLOGY

This moment we're in is flung 
into cycles we cannot count. 
We rise up on frequencies 
that seem the rising of waves, 
water lost in water, rejoicing in its wetness.

We stop bullets with our liquid gaze.
We defeat war with the wet joy of love. 
We flood loneliness and sweep it to the sea,
pulse tides against solitude and hold it 
safe in their rhythms.

We come and go and come again 
like the breathing of water, 
breathing water into each other. 
We flow in slow springs 
between the water of eyes

and the water salting our cheeks,
and the halting pulse and pull 
of the common river that flows 
between the banks 
of our outstretched bodies. 

And in this moment we spin in, 
eddying out from the wake we leave 
in the dark water, we swirl and twine,
then twist together in the shining wheels of water 
that love cycles between us.


© 2003 by Richard W. Todd

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