In the simple water there is joy to be found
Where time is not spread too thin and delight laps the shore with every passing Pass of a wave bringing with it the expectation of something greater still
The depth of its depth holds back the shallow
Where jagged rocks pierce the whole
Disconnecting and disjointing
Until all at once nothing is what it was anymore
And yet
Even then expectation arrives with a moonful pull
Lifting those imperfect puddles in a neighborly song that
Rinses out the wants of happiness
and looks deeper to the clean pain of joy
And the simple springs again