My Worlds of Water
I need no shelter from the rain
I’ll not run for cover from it.
I’ll not be plaintive or complain
I love its wetness I admit.
Conditioned in a serous sea
submerged in its tepid wetness
I resided comfortably
alone, attached in nakedness.
But now that world does not exist
yet life’s baptismal still remains:
A kinship I cannot resist
with water that the gods ordained.
Even now I wade in the rain
knee-deep in Poseidon’s domain.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2012
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