Thursday, December 16, 2010

thoughts: on water

Shivers! step, step, into the cold, cold lake.
After swimming, swimming, stroke after stroke we each tip a toe into the hot tub.
swirling, swirling, drop follows drop.
ripple follows rock
breath follows air.
every inch covered and wet
seeping into my pores
into my thoughts
and into my dreams i wish to fall.
but only water catches me.