I am the water,

turbulent,

untamed,

unharnessed;

this wildness

is both what intrigues you

to me,

 

and what

makes me

challenging

to

navigate. 

 

You have to feel me to understand my rhythm—

I do not run by any ordinary compass.

No,

my compass crosses planes

and dimensions. 

 

I am unpredictable, yet constant; 

firm, but flexible. 

I lean in and adapt 

to the shapes 

and forms 

around me.

 

I can mold, 

and I can soak in.

 

I can dry up, evaporate— 

yet still fall overhead again.

 

I am the water 

that allows 

you, 

us, 

to float. 

 

If you don’t 

see, 

I 

am 

the container

of wonder,

play, 

and bewilderment.

 

I am the depths

of what is beneath 

the surface, 

yet clear 

as the sun 

in the overwash 

of day.

 

I am the water—this is why you love me.

But you cannot tame me.

 

I will forever be wild, 

and will forever need to be 

allowed the freedom

to be wild—

with that,

I need your support. 

To hold me.

To wrap around me. 

And to let me flow in and out 

of my wild states 

of deep calm and solitude 

and quiet 

to my fierce fits of ravage 

and wildness

and rage. 

I need the solitude of you,

with me, not against me.

Then I will share 

my gems of the world 

with you too.

~