Human Waters

“Waters Poetry #4” by Melody Cleary

we are but water

pure gift of the heavens

sweet essence enriched

by a few mortal molecules

moving in thrall to the call

of a soundless invisible gravity

washing the weight

of our liquidness

over the surfaces

under the skins

of terrestrial elements

pulled ever downward through

cracks and odd crevices

time has created

their edges relentlessly rubbed

to a smoothness

by force of our flow

yielding bits of themselves

to our fluid who

micron by micron

takes on altered character

making us something more slightly

at one with the parts of the world

that we pass through

the world we experience

each on our personal journey

of seeking that cistern

in which we can finally

arrive at our rest

leaving just enough time

to luxuriate learning the

pleasures of stillness