What is it about water that soothes the anxious soul?
Sound, sparkle in sunlight, the rhythm of waves or current,
the concealment of what lies under. . .
Water wears many faces,
lives differently depending on location,
but woos and mesmerizes in its varied forms.
Rushing, undulating ocean waves,
singing, shimmering stream flowing through forest,
peaceful pond reflecting moonlight.
I am drawn to water, soaking in its call to calm, my soul
slaking its thirst for peace.
Is it the water in me that makes me feel at home,
at one with water in the world,
joined by our common nature?