Watersong

Take me through
your language of flows

ripple me through
to echo

the knowledge to
your surfaces

and depths sings
choiring body

stringless to a murmur
crash a breaker

to your drum
in the form of river

brook lake or pond.
Long lived recitative

of ocean sea
aquifer distillery

a glass to my mouth
pour down in rain

positive in cyclical refrain
take me through

your language of flows
coarse crosscurrents

rips and undertow
spout over plain

spread around
island archipelago

the logic of your turbulence
cast die to an icesheet

roll me round and I'll roll you
drinking from rondo

take me through and through.