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by Kevin T. McEneaney
Sat Jan 11th, 2020

It pours from faucet with force of a dream,

runs over rocks with shimmer, glassy sheen

that transfixes eye, hypnotizes your

wandering thoughts which suddenly migrate

to topographical caverns unknown.


Water: the quintessential dream of dreams

which composes most of our body mass,

remains a mysterious element.

Why is water both heavy and flowing?

Why do our minds work like a waterfall

processing, churning numbers, floating words

like frayed mottled leaves in a rural stream?


Without water we cannot go further.

Even the essence of love is water.