Waters not my own
Drenched to my ears and paddling through mud,
my wet skin weighs me down
I am carrying tons of soil from now bank to another
crossing tides of misery in a river,
in a current so belligerent and rough
I stand unmoved.
A miracle. A curse, i’m learning to undo
as I soak my soils in waters not my own
they flow through streams and come back carrying some waters I can call home
and until the sun soaks itself in me, I’ll hold my waters low
no matter the turbulence be
I’ll mirror sky and i’ll mirror smoke
I’ll mirror thunder and I'll mirror oak
and float at pace of clouds
moving pebbles, watering trees
asking for rain as I touch my knees,